SpotsOfTime

By SpotsOfTime

Maggie's UK stunt double and furry friend Fly

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: 
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, 
Hath had elsewhere its setting, 
And cometh from afar: 
Not in entire forgetfulness, 
And not in utter nakedness, 
But trailing clouds of glory do we come 
From God, who is our home: 
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! 

[from Wordsworth's 'Intimations Ode']

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