"Nothing was yet done before I beheld it and every becoming stodd still' my ways of seeing are ripe and like a bride to each one comes the things each wills. Nothing is to small for me and I love it anyway and paint it on the golden base and large- and hold it high; and I don't know whose soul this might yet free" - my fav poet excert from Maria rainer rilke poem on prayer.
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