She lay down next to him—naked, exposed, vulnerable, and broken—and thought that in the end, all other knowledge would fail. Compared with this, even telepathy wasn’t worth much. Just another way of knowing that would deceive you if you let it.

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In an argentine piccolo
-the heavens
sang blues all day

After heaving a storm
puffy eye mist
wears wordless ashen face

Half-masked
of peeking sun
In shadows of when we
meet & fall apart

Reflect in zephyranthes
of my eyes

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While in Venice, I finally got to visit to view La Tempesta. This painting provokes heated debate among art historians. I studied it closely for a paper but nothing prepared me for the of finally seeing it in the ‘flesh’ 😍

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Wet
biting-chill of January rain

Wrapped
in your fleecy cloud, I sip

Warm
sweet day held captive in your daze

Wall-
clock ticks loud
mocks me a rash neglect

Wilful
I shun the of aging suns
sleep a little longer
-your aroha
in embrace

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St Francis of Assisi was a major figure in the Catholic Counter Reformation. He modelled the expected behaviour of the ‘ordinary people’. Humble, modest, good to animals, suffering the to suffer as Christ. Of course, that would not rule The Church’s own behaviour

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Do angels dream of better days,do they wish for things to be a certain way.Are their hearts as soft as snow,& their touch gentle as a feather or two. Do they love from the heart & the soul. Do they feel pain like I do,when I think of the loss of u.I wonder,do u

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Lagoon of ego
swimming promises
seeking inauguration
Hook of resistance
dangling bait
of peace




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GRIEF
When Irish Gran died, Grandpa tried to keep up with all the daily routines, but it was just too hard for him.

He tried to continue with the housework for Gran, but it was only the garden that seemed to keep him going.

Grandpa really was a of his old self.

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Later that day, a monstrous shadow broke through the resort's nearby volcano, petrifying all in sight. It was the long hibernating dragon with a forest on his... 1/2 https://t.co/E5vOEF7QQb

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Reflection
of the dawn
holed by
the very last
of the leaves.

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In the vocabulary of the elders was a fable used to frighten us into not entering the forest. Barren branches, gnarly trees, the witch’s cottage, all words which filled us with fear. One day the "witch" beckoned me and showed me the beauty in truth.


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To have a real
You have to know how to spell.


Paul Ranson

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It is the end and now it begins. Torment has abruptly left, life coming at me now. It only took 90 minutes for it all to happen and it was over with a flash.

Darkness over my body, heart, and skin. Unable to move, with eyes wide it starts over again.

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"Maybe we shouldn't have named the dog

"Why's that?"

"He's scared of my Power Rangers mask."

"Well, we're not changing his name and giving him an identity crisis, so you'll just have to find another Halloween costume."

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One Love

Far off in the distant horizon, ‘Victory’ outshines like the
it holds when some and exhale
life. We are all LOVE, “One Love, and we the very best. ✍🏽


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If she had one tradition, it was dealing with the overflow of other people's traditions.
More than intense snow or a scorched mugginess, she could be sure of a rendezvous with someone's ongoing, repetitious soundscape.
Just a little brain

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新春新歓vSSありがとうございました!2枚目はなんか像立ってるSS撮らな!!!って思ったけど余裕なくてSS撮るのへたくそ選手権優勝候補入り

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