Clouds over the Astoria bridge, Astoria, OR
“Love is
something like the clouds that were in the sky, before the sun came out. You
cannot touch the clouds, you know; but you feel the rain and know how glad the
flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day. You cannot touch
love either, but you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.” – Annie
Sullivan
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