changing three times a day.
Chinese Proverb
Trumpeters, of bough and bush and branch:
Pale winter draws away his white hands, loathed,
And creeps, a leper, to the cave of time.
"Fragment from May"
Philip Larkin
Albert Camus
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| Spring is like a child's face, changing three times a day. Chinese Proverb |
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| Stands the spring! heralded by its bright-clothed Trumpeters, of bough and bush and branch: Pale winter draws away his white hands, loathed, And creeps, a leper, to the cave of time. "Fragment from May" Philip Larkin |
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| The spring over there takes you by the throat, the flowers blooming by the thousands, over white walls. If you strolled around for an hour in the hills surrounding my town, you would return with the odor of honey in your clothes. Albert Camus |
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