One of the prettiest girls I know sent me this collage. She and Big Sur seem to be attracted to each other, like attracts like... beauty shines.
I am now to read a book that the prettiest girl told me about. She tempted me with a quote:
"at dawn its majesty is almost painful to behold. That same prehistoric look. The look of always. Nature smiling at herself in the mirror of eternity"
It's soul searching time in my land. What better way to indulge in life then with a book with wondrous light.
Book~ by Henry Miller. Called Big Sur and Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch.
Prettiest girl = Paris Miller
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