Fog weaving through the towering heights of the giant sequoias. Sequoia National Park, April 19, 2011. |
"I was thinking thoughts that fit me, walking in the forest,
raindrops dropping on me from the trees.
I found myself arriving here and there, and always,
everywhere, I knew, was the right place for me."
raindrops dropping on me from the trees.
I found myself arriving here and there, and always,
everywhere, I knew, was the right place for me."
—Pentti Saarikoski I wander where I wander, 1965
Wow.
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beautiful poem. surreal photo!
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