"I have no desire to write. The sun, the leaves, the shade, the warmth, are so alive that they lull the senses, calm the imagination. This is perfection. There is no need to portray, to preserve. It is eternal, it overwhelms you, it is complete."
Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955
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