


SomedayIn childish haste to grasp the rose,Someday
She crushed it 'tween her fingers. Now how to gently clasp she knows, But its husk is all that lingers.
Yet the wilted rose is still to her most cherished,
And she finds no other flower for which she yearns. So she leaves it 'neath the rosebush, perished,
Nourished to bloom when someday she returns.
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Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes.
Art is knowing which ones to keep.
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Physics is like sex- sure it has practical results, but that's not why we do it. -Richard P Feynman
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Photograph what you feel
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Physics is like sex- sure it has practical results, but that's not why we do it. -Richard P Feynman
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Photograph what you feel
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