Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain.
John Keats, On death, Composed 1814.
Charles Bukowski//Ernest Hemingway
Paintings by Michael Bao
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Lets get lost in a world made of books, coffee and rainy days..
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"Almost dead yesterday, maybe dead tomorrow, but alive, gloriously alive today."
-Robert Jordan, Lord of Chaos
The dream of my life Is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees- To learn something by being nothing
- Mary Oliver, Entering the Kingdom