blake-sickle

January 30, 2025

The sword sang on the barren heath,
The sickle in the fruitful field;
The sword he sung a song of death,
But could not make the sickle yield.

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Thought:

“Faith is a torment – did you know that? It is like loving someone who is out there in the darkness but never appears, no matter how loudly you call.”

Ingmar Bergman

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