August 2011
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Aug 30th
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Aug 30th
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Aug 30th
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Aug 29th
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Aug 28th
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Aug 28th
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Aug 26th
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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you...
Aug 26th
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Aug 26th
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“There is a saying: ‘When you sit, sit; when you stand, stand; whatever you do,...”
– The Way of the Peaceful Warrior, Dan Millman
Aug 25th
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Aug 24th
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The Clod and The Pebble
Love seeketh not Itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hells despair. So sang a little Clod of Clay, Trodden with the cattle’s feet; But a Pebble of the brook, Warbled out these metres meet. Love seeketh only Self to please, To bind another to Its delight: Joys in anothers loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heavens...
Aug 24th
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Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me, Then I, my thoughts, will dim. Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging I may remember him! - Emily Dickinson
Aug 24th
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Aug 24th
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Aug 24th
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Aug 24th
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ListenBeach House // “Wedding Bell” ...
Aug 23rd
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Aug 23rd
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Aug 23rd
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Aug 23rd
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Aug 23rd
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Aug 22nd
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Aug 22nd
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Aug 22nd
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Aug 22nd
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Aug 22nd
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Aug 21st
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Aug 21st
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Aug 20th
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Aug 20th
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Aug 20th
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Painting The Roses Red →
Alice In Wonderland, 1951 Sometimes I get this song stuck in my head when I’m working in art department. It’s an accurate assessment of what we do. #ArtDept
Aug 19th
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Aug 19th
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Aug 18th
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When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high piled books, in charact’ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel,...
Aug 18th
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Aug 17th
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Aug 17th
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Aug 17th
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Aug 16th
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