Monday, March 21, 2016


"New York is Paradise in spring, an Eden, with infinitely more of happiness and beauty than was ever dreamed of by the shepherd patriarchs. The fruit of happiness and wisdom hangs from boughs so heavy laden down that there's no tempter needed but the fruit itself. There are no gates, no wall, no Cherubim with flaming swords to warn and to expel."
Rockwell Kent, Voyaging


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