Wednesday, 14 March 2012
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No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manner of thine own Or of thine friend’s were. Each man’s death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee.
2 comments:
Who, you?
Love,
T in J
Nic pic btw!
The photographer i should think ;-)
Just a beautiful set of feelings with this one, wild and stormy and free.
peace and love :)
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