Clara ChowWith the balcony doors completely open and folded up, his small room acquired an infinite vista. Somewhere on the horizon, water finally worked up the courage to embrace the sky.
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This quote from the essay On Seeing a Large Tree in a Small Room reminds me of how wonderful life can be. In the tiny room of his apartment, he had a view of the world. It was a big city with many mysteries and beauty, but it was also a small house, with a balcony that folded up to reveal a beautiful world. He had a view in every direction.
The sky in front, the land behind, and in between, a sea of water. "The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." This is what I see when I think about this picture.
Source: Dream Storeys
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