This little artsy globe, which we sent to my step-daughter last month, is my share for Day #104 of the 365 Days of Art.
Thought for today:
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory -
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
(Shelley, One Word is too often Profaned, 1821)