"Bow down: I am the emperor of dreams;

I crown me with the million-colored sun

Of secret worlds incredible, and take 

Their trailing skies for vestment when I soar,

Throned on the mounting zenith, and illume 

The spaceward-flown horizons infinite. 

Like rampant monsters roaring for their glut," 

from The Hashish Eater -Or- The Apocalypse Of Evil -

by Clark Aston Smith

"The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there",

from The Go-Between

by L.P. Hartley

A lovely Christmas gift from by brother, a bit fragile and some entires are bittersweet.

Snowflake, such a beautifully apt name for Snow Buntings. 

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past" 

from The Great Gatsby 

by F. Scott Fitzgerald