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and then, these journeys

and my sea of renewal:
your head on the pillow,
your hands floating
in the light, in my light,
over my earth.

it was beautiful to live
when you lived!

—pablo neruda, from finale

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happy birthday, pablo!
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one glance at a book

and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for 1,000 years. to read is to voyage through time.

― carl sagan

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a room of one’s own.
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the sea, once it casts its spell

holds one in its net of wonder forever.

—jacques cousteau

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style icon: jacques cousteau
0
a horse named brandi.
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respite.
2

life will break you.

nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. you have to love. you have to feel. it is the reason you are here on earth. you are here to risk your heart. you are here to be swallowed up. and when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

—louise erdrich, from the painted drum

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twin pop.
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haul.
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crazy kids in love.
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i call. you’re stone.

one day you’ll look and find i’m gone.

—afghan folk landay, anonymous

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porch mornings.
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aquariantendencies:

American artist Clare Elsaesser

fleur dame.