"life is whatever we make it.
the traveller is the journey.
what we see is not what we see but who we are."
fernando pessoa, the book of disquiet
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3 comments:
A perfect post! I so love ducks ... and the words; so apt.
these ducks stood almost entirely still and were focussed on something. i looked in the same direction and saw nothing to hold my attention but i expect that we (the ducks and i) see not what we see, but who we are!!! steven
A gaggle of Mallard ducks, stumped, stop on their way to the pond. mulling about the infinite possibilities of pulling a Pessoa.
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