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this is the garden.time shall surely reap
and on death's blade lie many a flower curled,
in other lands where other songs be sung;
yet stand they here enraptured,as among
the slow deep trees perpetual of sleep
some silver-fingered fountain steals the world.
~ e. e. cummings

just because this picture reminded me of this poem today


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