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All Becomes Festival
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To you I belong, however time may
wear me away. From you to you
I go commanded. In between
the garland is hanging in chance; but if you
take it up and up and up: look:
all becomes festival!
Rainer Maria Rilke. You, you only, exist.
Common purple foxglove draping in swags over sweet woodruff in the shade garden.
July 6th, 2011
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