The night air sings.
The middle of the day is noon.
Nobody writes to the colonel.
And it can rain for four years.
Out of many components, some dark, some radiant, comes a floodlight of golden ideas.
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daily inspiration - by Roger Ellman
The night air sings.
The middle of the day is noon.
Nobody writes to the colonel.
And it can rain for four years.
Out of many components, some dark, some radiant, comes a floodlight of golden ideas.
Permanent link to this post
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