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28.4.17

Exist...



We are mountain people..
                         ..and its time for us to go there again..

“The secret of the mountain is that the mountains simply exist, as I do myself: the mountains exist simply, which I do not. The mountains have no "meaning," they are meaning; the mountains are. The sun is round. I ring with life, and the mountains ring, and when I can hear it, there is a ringing that we share. I understand all this, not in my mind but in my heart, knowing how meaningless it is to try to capture what cannot be expressed, knowing that mere words will remain when I read it all again, another day.”

 ― Peter Matthiessen, The Snow Leopard

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Until we meet again dear reader and friend..Meanwhile you can find me here..(when there's wifi on the mountain;) ..lets stay connected...

          Love you to the mountains and back ..!

24.4.17

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIts Monday..


          Time (and Mondays)will pass..(do not waste it..:)

........xoxo....

20.4.17

Useless..

                         Completely useless word..

Like ...Gleba..What was your first word you spoke on this planet..

I am not gonna tell you mine because it wasn't very decent..:) My second was..Waps..(weps in dutch:)

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18.4.17

Where it all happened..


      The Easter-bunny is waving his goodbyes.....he did a fine job..we found all the eggs..
                           ..and when we happened to find a real one..we heard him shout..
                                                 ..Don't touch  it...

“In the garden there was nothing which was not quite like themselves - nothing which did not understand the wonderfulness of what was happening to them - the immense, tender, terrible, heart-breaking beauty and solemnity of Eggs. If there had been one person in that garden who had not known through all his or her innermost being that if an Egg were taken away or hurt the whole world would whirl round and crash through space and come to an end... there could have been no happiness even in that golden springtime air.”

 ― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

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