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the weight & wonder of people & place

In this there is no measuring with time, a year doesn’t matter, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means:
not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree,
which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient...
— Rainer Maria Rilke