And Clouds Like Stone...
Saturday, January 15, 2011
The Secret Garden
"The spell was broken. My uncle learned to laugh, and I learned to cry. The secret garden is always open now. Open, and awake, and alive. If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden."
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