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Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all
the same, knowing she has wings.

Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the
soul is on its knees.

A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is a visible labor and there is a
invisible labor.       -Victor Hugo 3X
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6 comments:

  1. layersJanuary 17, 2011 at 12:10 AM

    hmmm, this one is making me think- thoughtful words and the image is wonderful.

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  2. BainoJanuary 17, 2011 at 6:36 AM

    "The soul is on it's knees" indeed. I need to grow Wings.

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  3. mycuriousteapartyJanuary 18, 2011 at 4:17 AM

    My soul is on it's knees, when will my wings grow....

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  4. Sharmon DavidsonJanuary 18, 2011 at 6:48 PM

    Wonderful words... what is the medium of the gorgeous art?

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  5. PattiKenJanuary 20, 2011 at 9:22 AM

    My soul's knees are getting pretty callused. You're sure about those wings, right? Been waiting a long time here...

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  6. Coffee MessiahJanuary 22, 2011 at 4:58 AM

    Mesmerizing image and nice choice of Hugo -

    Hope all is well! Cheers!

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