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| (The everlasting hills by Julian Ashton, 1904 - found here) |
“. . . All this time I’ve felt the ‘desire for the everlasting hills,’ or at least their poetics, their aesthetics, which I ascribed to my mother in my poems. And suddenly that ‘desire for the everlasting hills’ became something more than poetry, became a prayer, a quest for the road from darkness into light. Desire—is love. And the ‘everlasting hills’—are undying beauty, the Always that does not deceive.”
~Anna Kamienska (re-post)
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