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Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
-- Yoko Ono
(Freiburg, Germany)
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Channel the sun ☀️
Day 3 is Yellow: A cheerful expression of not only joy, but outright exuberance at being together. With no one around to interrupt their 1-on-1 time, Shadow and Rouge can be comfortable showing their happiness! 🖤🤍
(Solo pie slice and full art below)
#shadouge#shadrouge#rouge the bat#shadow the hedgehog#romance#yellow#happiness#joy#cheer#exuberance#shadougeweek#digital art
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Behbeh
#kingdom#united kingdom#orb#king#king's orb#king of england#englad#coronation#king charles#monarchy#not my king#robe#celebration#exuberance#crown#monarch#commonwealth#cartoon#teddy bear#illustration#dailybehbeh#ancient#behbeh#daily bear#daily news#art#funny#comedy#royal family#royalty
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Banana Splits headcannon via their Road Trip of Redemption
Talk about exuberance of the highest order: Snorky dunking his trunk in a motel swimming pool momentarily, followed by releasing water therefrom fountain-like. Or even in some lake, for that matter.
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To a Skylark
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
In the golden lightning
Of the sunken sun,
O'er which clouds are bright'ning,
Thou dost float and run;
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
The pale purple even
Melts around thy flight;
Like a star of Heaven,
In the broad day-light
Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight,
Keen as are the arrows
Of that silver sphere,
Whose intense lamp narrows
In the white dawn clear
Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
All the earth and air
With thy voice is loud,
As, when night is bare,
From one lonely cloud
The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflow'd.
What thou art we know not;
What is most like thee?
From rainbow clouds there flow not
Drops so bright to see
As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Like a Poet hidden
In the light of thought,
Singing hymns unbidden,
Till the world is wrought
To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not:
Like a high-born maiden
In a palace-tower,
Soothing her love-laden
Soul in secret hour
With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower:
Like a glow-worm golden
In a dell of dew,
Scattering unbeholden
Its aëreal hue
Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view:
Like a rose embower'd
In its own green leaves,
By warm winds deflower'd,
Till the scent it gives
Makes faint with too much sweet those heavy-winged thieves:
Sound of vernal showers
On the twinkling grass,
Rain-awaken'd flowers,
All that ever was
Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Teach us, Sprite or Bird,
What sweet thoughts are thine:
I have never heard
Praise of love or wine
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Chorus Hymeneal,
Or triumphal chant,
Match'd with thine would be all
But an empty vaunt,
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields, or waves, or mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
With thy clear keen joyance
Languor cannot be:
Shadow of annoyance
Never came near thee:
Thou lovest: but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Waking or asleep,
Thou of death must deem
Things more true and deep
Than we mortals dream,
Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Yet if we could scorn
Hate, and pride, and fear;
If we were things born
Not to shed a tear,
I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Better than all measures
Of delightful sound,
Better than all treasures
That in books are found,
Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!
each me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow
The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
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3 Different redheads
Occasionally Betty had red hair. Does make for an odd coincidence here.
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by A.J Hamilton.
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Exuberance is beauty.
William Blake
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Extremely grateful for my sweet life and all the people in it who make it worth living ❤️🔥 Grateful for the gift of breathe and being able to revel in the sweetest fruits of love and life. Never taking these blessings for granted.
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A few months ago I needed to move the plants around in my guest room, and I popped this hoya carnosa to the spot next to the window, figuring I'd find the right place for it soon. And then, being Concussion Gen, I ignored it! Other than watering it, I've done nothing with it since May.
It has taken matters into its own fronds.
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my wikipedia page
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Vibrant Village Programme: Adding Exuberance To India’s Integrity - IMPRI Impact And Policy Research Institute
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Introduction
Borders are the synonyms of sovereignty and ensure the country’s dignity by establishing its powers and control within its territories, as a result, it becomes essential to develop border infrastructure for better movement and defense of the country. For infrastructure upliftment, the Government of India has undertaken an initiative “ Vibrant Village Programme” (VVP) for the…
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#Adding#Exuberance#impact#impri#Indias#Institute#Integrity#policy#Programme#research#Vibrant#village
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On a mild spring afternoon in Jellystone Park
YOGI BEAR, rather excited in keeping with the day's tempo: Hey, Boo-Boo buddy! I've certainly got an exciting afternoon lined up, and this bear is rarin' to go like Frontier Gasoline!
BOO-BOO, as ever expressing his concern as to What Will Really Ensue with Yogi: I just hope this doesn't involve stealing tourists' picnic baskets, Yogi--and you know how the ranger feels about such!
YOGI BEAR, still in his exuberant frame of mind: Who said it was about stealing the old pic-a-nic baskets, my little bruin buddy? It's getting to be the mating season, Boo-Boo, and what's more, LOVE IS IN THE AIR! Hopefully, this bear will have a couple of adorable mates under his ursine wings, quenching that fire in his loins before sunset comes along!
BOO-BOO, ever the concerned one: I just have to wonder where this will head for Yogi, unless the ranger starts taking issue first ...
[You can picture the rest]
#hanna barbera#vignette#yogi bear and boo-boo#jellystone park#bear mating season#exuberance#ursine romance#hannabarberaforever
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eschatology
Eve L. Ewing
i’m confident that the absolute dregs of possibility for this society,
the sugary coffee mound at the bottom of this cup,
our last best hope that when our little bit of assigned plasma implodes
it won’t go down as a green mark in the cosmic ledger,
lies in the moment when you say hello to a bus driver
and they say it back—
when someone holds the door open for you
and you do a little jog to meet them where they are—
walking my dog, i used to see this older man
and whenever I said good morning,
he replied ‘GREAT morning’—
in fact, all the creative ways our people greet each other
may be the icing on this flaming trash cake hurtling through the ether.
when the clerk says how are you
and i say ‘i’m blessed and highly favoured’
i mean my toes have met sand, and wiggled in it, a lot.
i mean i have laughed until i choked and a friend slapped my back.
i mean my niece wrote me a note: ‘you are so smart + intellajet’
i mean when we do go careening into the sun,
i’ll miss crossing guards ushering the grown folks too, like ducklings
and the lifeguards at the community pool and
men who yelled out the window that they’d fix the dent in my car,
right now! it’d just take a second—
and actually everyone who tried to keep me alive, keep me afloat,
and if not unblemished, suitably repaired.
but I won’t feel too sad about it,
becoming a star
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L'esuberanza / Exuberance
"Verso l'espansione nel Mediterraneo e nell'Oriente è spinta l'Italia dal fattore demografico. È troppo ristretto il nostro territorio per un popolo così esuberante."
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"Italy is being pushed towards expansion in the Mediterranean and the East by the demographic factor. Our territory is too small for such an exuberant people."
Benito Mussolini in Pula/Pola, 21 September 1920
#benito mussolini#expansionism#imperialism#exuberance#italy#pula#pola#mediterranean#migrations#fascism#fascismo
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