Tuesday, July 3, 2012

The Music of Wild Grass

"I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer.  My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music.  It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips."
—Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit

image:  The Path to Maywood Farm A small patch of nettles and wild grasses sits by the side of the path.  David Lally

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