Adrift In the Sea of Yearning

We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

- Pink Floyd (Wish You Were Here)

Shelter From The Storm

A Philosophical looking bird caught in the snow fall. In the Garhwal Himal in Uttarakhand India.

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

- Bob Dylan (Shelter from the Storm)

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