In the wild manoeuvres of nature, all my senses awaken, as beauty spills like honey from a comb, pouring over the hills, the air trembles, vibrating with each note of existence, an eternal pulse.
- Philip Lamantia
In the wild manoeuvres of nature, all my senses awaken, as beauty spills like honey from a comb, pouring over the hills, the air trembles, vibrating with each note of existence, an eternal pulse.