Eternal Sunshine
As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form,
Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,
Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
-Oliver Goldsmith (c.1730-1774),
The Deserted Village
images © 1999 by Randy Wang
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