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Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. -Mary Frye

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Follow the Gleam

Rodin. This is probably my favourite piece of art ever. He hasn't just captured the detail of the hands. But the emotion of a lover's touch. It takes my breath away. Pinned from my friend Jenn's blog. www.earthfirewaterearth.blogspot.com

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