According to Buddha

Love is born in the garden of soul progress, and it sleeps behind the darkness of outer attachments. Love is the oldest and the sweetest nectar, preserved in the bottle of hearts. It is the elixir flowing from the bosom of friendship, reviving bruised and broken spirits.

je rêve de silence
et de la paix dans tout mon être
je rêve toujours
le reste du repos
pas plus de la souris
dans son carrousel

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Edmonton, Alberta ~ flora and river ~ August 2017