Monday, February 25, 2008
Watercolor by S. Auberle
"What we did as we climbed, and what we talked of
matters not much.
Nor to what it led...something that life will not be
without rude reason till hope is dead, and feeling fled.
It filled but a minute.
But was there ever a time of such quality since, or
before in that hill's story?"
- Thomas Hardy