Tuesday, February 5, 2013


Once he muttered absently, "One might paint all that."
And when old people get older and older, they die in the end. I'd rather stay the way I am, and sometimes I'd like to be able to fly, and fly around the trees way up high, and in between the clouds. then I'd laugh at everybody.

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I'd like to do entirely different things. I'd like to understand what the robins say to each other. And I'd like to see how the trees manage to drink water with their roots and get to be so big. I don't think anybody really knows that. The teacher knows a lot, but only boring things.

Herman Hesse, Rosshalde

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