"...to enclose the present moment; to make it stay; to fill it fuller and fuller, with the past, the present and the future, until it shone, whole, bright, deep with understanding."

Virgina Woolf, The Years


Up here in my tree...

... newspapers matter not to me.

I'll trade stories with the leaves instead.

Imagen: Portada del libro Up in the tree, de Margaret Atwood.

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