'It would be like sleeping and yet waking, all at once.'

"You love the roses-- so do I.  I wish the sky would rain down roses, as they rain from off the shaken bush.  Why will it not?  Then all the valley would be pink and white and soft to tread on.  They would fall as light as feathers, smelling sweet.  And it would be like sleeping and yet waking, all at once."
-- George Eliot, Roses

Capture by Mr. Dawson
It sure was lovely to see you today.

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