A Walk

handmade cards, collage art∞ ∞ ∞

My eyes already touch the sunny hill,

going far ahead of the road I have begun.

So we are grasped my what we cannot grasp;

it has its inner light, even from a distance—

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and changes us, even if we do not reach it,

into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are;

but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

—Rainer Maria Rilke

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