In the fields, she stopped and took a deep breath of the flower-scented air. It was dearer to her than her kin, better than a lover, wiser than a book. And for a moment she rediscovered the purpose of her life. She was here on earth to absorb its wild enchantment. 

~Boris Pasternak

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About little wren

I am an introvert and dreamer; a wanderer and seeker.
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