"…now she went blossoming over her blood,
and her blood went rushing deep beneath her…"
Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by Edward Snow, from The Book of Images: Poems; “The Saint”and her blood went rushing deep beneath her…"
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"Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air."
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via thatkindofwoman)(via dustydelrey)
