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we will dive into the earth together. and if one day a wild flower finds water and springs up from that piece of earth. its stems will have two blossoms for sure: one will be you, the other me. nazim hikmet , ’letter from my wife’ |
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Sleeping in the Forest by Mary Oliver I thought the earth remembered me, |
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http://www.flickr.com/photos/envyofthefo please share with me your favorites from flickr |
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’each morning the day lies like a fresh shirt on our bed; this incomparably fine, incomparably tightly woven tissue of pure prediction fits us perfectly. the happiness of the next twenty-four hours depends on our ability, on waking, to pick it up.’ walter benjamin |
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PLEASE FILL THIS OUT: INFO RECOMMEND PLUS |
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antevasin - one who lives at the borders; one who lives with one foot in this world and one foot in the next; living on that shimmering line between your old thinking and your new understanding. |
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