Friday, November 11, 2016

balm of hurt minds

Sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.

[William Shakespeare]

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