**It was the whisper of the soul, deep, continuous, dominating that of their voices. Surprised with wonder at this strange sweetness, they did not thinking of speaking of the sensation or of seeking its cause. Coming joys, like tropical shores, throw over the immensity before them their inborn softeness, and odorous wind, and we are lulled by this intoxication without a thought of the horizon that we do not even know. spatial architecture** - Image #3 <@999347792654913617>
It was the whisper of the soul, deep, continuous, dominating that of their voices. Surprised with wonder at this strange sweetness, they did not thinking of speaking of the sensation or of seeking its cause. Coming joys, like tropical shores, throw over the immensity before them their inborn softeness, and odorous wind, and we are lulled by this intoxication without a thought of the horizon that we do not even know. spatial architecture