Tell me what you feel in your room when the full moon is shining in upon you and your lamp is dying out, and I will tell you how old you are, and I shall know if you are happy.
~ Henri Frederic Amiel
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Nov
09
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Who hung the moon?
Good question, Anhinga.
Ooh, interesting quote and photo. I read a poem earlier today by Nina Bogin it ends like this,
…I climbed the pink stairs, entered
the house as calm and ephemeral
as my own certainty:
this is my house, my key,
my hand with its new lines.
I am as old as I will ever be.
I guess now that I’m fifty age related topics get me thinking!
That is beautiful, Bookbabie. Thank you for sharing it with me.
Beautiful silhouette of the tree with the moon peeking out between the branches.
Thank you, KalaMarie.
I like this. The quote is wonderful, too.
Thanks, Corina.