-- Quote of the Day --
"I will have me a symphony of coloring.
I will enmesh me in the noon sun's gold
and wind about me the moonlight's silver sheen.
I will dream in a gown made of the haze of a summer evening twilight,
and I will have robe on robe of the sky's deep blue,
and I will line them with clouds of ermine,
and from their trailing folds red stars will gleam.
I will pluck the green from the treetops,
where wild birds nest and sing,
and in the weaving
I will ensnare a song.
And when Sorrow is my guest,
I will wear a gown made of the cold, gray mist."
~ Muriel Strode
I will enmesh me in the noon sun's gold
and wind about me the moonlight's silver sheen.
I will dream in a gown made of the haze of a summer evening twilight,
and I will have robe on robe of the sky's deep blue,
and I will line them with clouds of ermine,
and from their trailing folds red stars will gleam.
I will pluck the green from the treetops,
where wild birds nest and sing,
and in the weaving
I will ensnare a song.
And when Sorrow is my guest,
I will wear a gown made of the cold, gray mist."
~ Muriel Strode
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