"Somewhere the flower of farewell is blooming.
Endlessly it yields its pollen, which we breathe.
Even in the breeze of this beginning hour we breathe farewell."
Rainer Maria Rilke
from A Year With Rilke, Dec 31
Endlessly it yields its pollen, which we breathe.
Even in the breeze of this beginning hour we breathe farewell."
Rainer Maria Rilke
from A Year With Rilke, Dec 31
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