Bet your bottom dollar...

...That on the day I decide to leave Dehang the sun comes out. I had to make one more run out to the waterfall before taking off.

"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she."







Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air.






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Unknown said…
I did not realise that you were wearing open shoes in snow!

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