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If you can dream – and not make dreams your master; If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet Triumph and Disaster, And treat those two impostors just the same: If you can fill the unforgiving minute, With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son! By Rudyard Kipling “A deep rich woody scent reminiscent of wood piles, freshly chopped timbers, the sap, shavings and sawdust of red gum; and the effort required to make the same.”
INGREDIENTS: Sandalwood, frankincense, bergamot, labdanum, patchouli, lime and bay oils.
The waves call their siren song. White caps rip along the translucent aqua marine. Warm sand and a light breeze toss this beach comber’s hair. The lightness of the froth amongst life’s flotsam and jetsam. You are care free and, “frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn”…..
“Then, one day, a lovely sunny day with tufts of primroses under the hazels, and many violets dotting the paths, she came in the afternoon to the coops and there was one tiny, tiny perky chicken tinily prancing round in front of a coop. The keeper, squatting beside her, was also watching with an amused face the bold little bird in her hands. Suddenly he saw a tear fall on to her wrist. And he stood up, and stood away, moving to the other coop. For suddenly he was aware of the old flame shooting and leaping up in his loins, that he had hoped was quiescent for ever. He laid his hand on her shoulder, and softly, gently, it began to travel down the curve of her back, blindly, with a blind stroking motion, to the curve of her crouching loins. “Shall you come to the hut?” he said, in a quiet, neutral voice.” ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’ by D.H.Lawrence
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