more than seven

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You can’t take the beauty out of the world. You can’t take anything with you. I tried to capture the sound of the wind in a jar, even the last flickering of the summer day lingering in the tiny bulbs of a firefly, but the wind won’t sing in a jar and the day will end in one. So, you must learn to collect it. Collect beauty and keep it on bits of paper, between page leaves, in envelopes stuffed full of old pictures, in your jewellery box wrapped in tissue thin lace, on your bookshelf and media centre, but most importantly, in your heart.

My God you’re beautiful. I collect you and nights at the opera and Saturday morning cups of tea and all the things that make this life like strolling through an art gallery. Life is full of more than seven wonders.

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