What is life like when we are translated to another plane?
If your scene was lit by an eternal sky of pink amid which was a clustering of gold and green―if your air was the distilled essence of astral flower perfume and if your eyes saw more than is in all the physical universe, then you would be only on the fringe of the love-lap of Nature in which we bask.
―Louis Agassiz

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