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…and yet her body burned. Albert Camus, from a notebook entry featured in Notebooks (1951-1959)

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The past gives way To a cold winter field The ground below Hard as steel Beyond the hill A distant song But that hill Keeps going on and on My heart has gone I’ve gone cold My heart has gone

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dopediamond: Al Khazneh, Petra – Jordan It seems no work of Man’s creative hand,by labour wrought as wavering fancy planned;But from the rock as if by magic grown,eternal, silent, beautiful, alone!Not virgin-white like that old Doric shrine,where erst Athena held her rites divine;Not saintly-grey, like many a minster fane,that crowns the hill and consecrates the… Lire la suite Untitled

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