February 2012
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COULEURS: Wendell Berry - The peace of wild things →
beachplum:
When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who…
You have to be different, great, or first.
– Loretta Lynn (via nedhepburn)
They walked along the road and there were other couples in the road and they...
– Cormac McCarthy, ‘All The Pretty Horses’ (via nikolaiolivier)