4.08.2004

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
- Rainer Maria Rilke

A little madness in the spring is wholesome even for the King.
- Emily Dickinson

Her love was entire as a child's, and though warm as summer it was fresh as spring.
- Thomas Hardy

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