To see a world in a grain of sandBack at you tomorrow.
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
Auguries of innocence
I sat down to write today but it seemed almost a sacrilege to scribble on about audio. Time to heal. I'll be better tomorrow. Let me share with you instead the first lines of one of my favorite poems, The Auguries of Innocence by William Blake. I think HP would have liked this.
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