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Bookworm. Diarist. Potterhead. Interested in Literature, Philosophy, Nature and Art.
'How frail the human heart must be―a mirrored pool of thought'~Sylvia Plath

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"Learning does not make one learned: there are those who have knowledge and those who have understanding. The first requires memory and the second philosophy.”

― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

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"Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see."

-Mark Twain
Illustration by:Dzmitry Miazhenka

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“Walls have ears.
Doors have eyes.
Trees have voices.
Beasts tell lies.
Beware the rain.
Beware the snow.
Beware the man
You think you know.

-Songs of Sapphique”
― Catherine Fisher, Incarceron
🎨Daniel F. Gerhartz

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“I cast my eyes out to the sea
and gaze at all eternity

until forever turns to night.
My eyes then lift to catch starlight.”

― Richelle E. Goodrich
Illustration by:Sabrina Bedford

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"Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.” 

-Edga Degas

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-Bunyip, in Australian Aboriginal folklore, a legendary monster said to inhabit the reedy swamps and lagoons of the interior of Australia... The bunyip purportedly made booming or roaring noises and was given to devouring human prey, especially women and children.#SwampSunday

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In Native American legends, there is what is known as the Thunderbird. This flying mythical creature is a large bird, which is believed to be the powerful protector of human beings from evil spirits.Some believed that they were shapeshifters too.

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“The friends we have lost do not repose under the ground. They are buried deep in our hearts. It has been thus ordained that they may always accompany us.”

— Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

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In Chinese culture, there are also numbers that represent death like the number “4” and “7”. Therefore, couples might want to avoid having weddings on the 4th, 14th, 24th, 7th, 17th, and 27th.

🎨Boucher, Francois,1703–1770.
“The Chinese Wedding”, 1742.

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“It was late one winter night, long past my bedtime, when Pa and I went owling. There was no wind. The trees stood still as giant statues. And the moon was so bright the sky seemed to shine.”

-Excerpt from owl by Jane Yolen
🎨Georg Ireland

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