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“I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone”
Ranier Maria Rilke

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  1. Brian MillerApril 10, 2011 at 11:51 AM

    that is really cool looking but i bet it sucks to climb...

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  2. AnonymousApril 10, 2011 at 12:20 PM

    Love that quote!!

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  3. Irish GumboApril 10, 2011 at 2:02 PM

    Swooning over here! In so far as I can claim to know anything about poetry, Rilke is one of my favorites. Really dig that quote :)

    And would you believe: my word verification is...

    'fookya'

    Ha!

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  4. EvalinnApril 10, 2011 at 2:42 PM

    Wonderful picture! I like the quote too. :-)

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  5. Casey FreelandApril 10, 2011 at 4:37 PM

    Lives so close together, but secret from each other and separated by a difficult climb. How poetic.

    Cheers,

    Casey

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  6. ellen abbottApril 12, 2011 at 9:59 AM

    great picture and great quote.

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  7. belApril 12, 2011 at 12:48 PM

    Just looking at those stairs makes me dizzy.

    Wonderful quote! Something to think about...

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  8. UnknownApril 12, 2011 at 5:03 PM

    What a fabulous image, Rene. The balance and off-set framing add to its interest. You are good!

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