Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood By William Wordsworth

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight,  To me did seem  Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day. The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

"A fine day to remember that there can be great beauty in suffering" Cory Richards

June holidays in Sardinia

“The strongest governments on earth can not clean up pollution by themselves. They must rely on each ordinary person, like you and me, on our choices, and on our will.”

— Chai Jing, journalist & environmental activist

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