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Each day we live is a glass room. Until we break it with the thrusting. Of the spirit and pass through. The splintered walls to the green pastures. Where the birds and buds are breaking. Into fabulous song and hue. By the still waters.- Each Day We Live is a Glass Room

Mervyn Peake