someday i’ll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
The Spring Tune, by Tove Jansson
One calm and cloudless evening, towards the end of April, Snufkin found himself far enough to the north to see still-unmelted patches of snow on the northern slopes.
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First world problems - in third world countries
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« Evening. By the sea. Lying thus on the sand, the foam almost washing over my hands, I feel the magic of the sea. Behind the golden hills the sun is going down, a ruby jewel in a lurid setting, and there is a faint flush everywhere over the sea & land. To my right the sky has blossomed into vivid rose but to my left the land is hidden by a grey blue mist lightened now here and there by a suggestion of the sun - colour - it is like land seen from a ship a very long way away - dreamland, mirage, enchanted country. Two sea birds high in the air fly screaming towards the light. It beats upon their white breasts, it flames upon their dull wings. »
- Katherine Mansfield, 1908, from her Notebooks (via wingsforlashes)
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