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  • Sandra Maurer 29/03/2010 18:58

    This photo brings a paragraph of my favourite poem "Towards Break Of Day" by William Butler Yeats to mind....

    "I would have touched it like a child
    But knew my finger could but have touched
    Cold stone and water. I grew wild.
    Even accusing Heaven because
    It had set down among its laws:
    Nothing that we love over-much
    Is ponderable to our touch."

    Awesome photo :o)

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