Where a brush—save in a snowy feather

From the shining wing of an archangel.

Where the canvas—save across the dream memory of one who heard

And was blessed by the hearing.

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EXTRAVAGANZA

Extravaganza! The very word is vulgar. Still vulgarity is necessary to development, for even a weed growing in a swamp can sometimes be cultivated into a hot house plant. Take an orchid not under its own surroundings, but dress it by putting it in a proper receptacle, and what a difference! But, outside of beauty what have you? If we could only combine the beauty of an orchid with the soul of a weed we would get an improvement in the orchid, for real weeds are grateful enough to spring up between cobblestones, even to be trampled upon.

Rather be a blade of grass that knows the heart beats of Mother Earth, than the potted plant which is pampered and only restored to a semblance of life.

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MIRAGE

Happiness—you wait for us

Just beyond,

Just beyond.

We know not where,

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