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Freedom and Money, Selling and Giving
I forgot how much I love to create,
When it was for work, supply, and profit.
I recently moved on to other work,
From the drain on my imagination.
I was told money would allow a joy
In the freedom it could provide to me.
The true joy I feel in creating now,
Birthed from emotion, truth, and my own time
Places my mind and self at the forefront.
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Accept that good won’t last, and acknowledge that bad won’t either.
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by Jiri Vlach
"For life and death. Buzzard and raven fighting."
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Lymantriine Moths by itchydogimages
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HERE, HAVE A PAINTED WOOLY BAT
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THIS BAT WOKE UP AND CHOSE HALLOWEEN!!!
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cooking show but the judge is just a random kid with autism related food issues. no one can figure out what criteria they use to judge "good food" from "bad food" least of all the judge themself.
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you know what, I’m not done posting about baby bats!!!
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here is a fact for you: rescued baby bats are regularly given little blankets and swaddled up like itty bitty bat burritos! this is a whole Thing
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Oh, and sometimes they get tiny pillows!
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And they get fed out of teensy baby bottles!
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They are even given mini bat pacifiers to nurse on 💕
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in conclusion, here is a baby bat yawning:
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BABY BATS!!!
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Blurry/taken with a phone camera, but I thought it was cute
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Blackberry Bush
Kate Delaine (2023)
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What is This?!?
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Moth in the Sunlight
Kate Delaine (2023)
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follow my work on instagram
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Grave of Mine, Grave of Their's
Pulled out like a sprout,
they tore me out
from where my rest was devout.
I could have done without
the cold dripping drought
from which decay would spout.
They would rage and shout,
I had no doubt,
If they knew my presence was still about.
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The Fungi of the Field
Kate Delaine (2023)
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This Guy is Everywhere
Kate Delaine (2023)
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