And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
La Belle Dame sans Merci
And throw them in lake – as Kate says :o)
Keats Vibe. And No Birds Sing
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“Run from what’s comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I’ll be mad.”
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