Friday, March 26, 2010

ordinary people waited till life disclosed to them its secrets, but to the few, to the elect, the mysteries of life were revealed before the veil was drawn away - Oscar Wilde

Golden Plains

You know that electric feeling that curses through the air just before it storms? I think that festivals of this kind have mastered the fine apothecary of bottling that intoxicating energy. In a place like this even the dirt caught underneath the sole of your boots seems holy. Life slows down to catch your breath and take it away. Everything is smoother around the edges. Everyone caves into the contours of each others posture like a jigsaw falling into place.

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