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The Ghost of Coffees Past by catch---22 The Ghost of Coffees Past by catch---22
Some are just better than others... the one I had here was one of the best.

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Crystal Lake north of Ouray, Colorado.
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:iconcatch---22:
one of the better views I've ever come upon... thank you, Kirke!
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:iconaerendial:
oh I believe you. nice memories.
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scheinbar Mar 30, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
just would like to walk around here...
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:iconcatch---22:
it's one of the best places on earth to so so...
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scheinbar Mar 30, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
:(
toooooo far away
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:iconcatch---22:
well I will take a pic for you when I go back ;)
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scheinbar Mar 30, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
thanks, just looking forward :)
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Michaeldavitt Oct 2, 2012  Professional Writer
When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead -
When the cloud is scattered,
The rainbow's glory is shed.
When the lute is broken,
Sweet tones are remembered not;
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.

As music and splendour
Survive not the lamp and the lute,
The heart's echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute -
No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruined cell,
Or the mournful surges
That ring the dead seaman's knell.

When hearts have once mingled,
Love first leaves the well-built nest;
The weak one is singled
To endure what it once possessed.
O Love! who bewailest
The frailty of all things here,
Why choose you the frailest
For your cradle, your home, and your bier?

Its passions will rock thee,
As the storms rock the ravens on high;
Bright reason will mock thee,
Like the sun from a wintry sky.
From thy nest every rafter
Will rot, and thine eagle home
Leave thee naked to laughter,
When leaves fall and cold winds come



my coffee .. Black
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:iconcatch---22:
no other way to have it...

As music and splendour
Survive not the lamp and the lute,
The heart's echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute...


that's pretty perfect.
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