My good friend @sargassos is going through a really rough time right now. Losing a beloved pet is never easy. I understand not everyone can donate, but if you could share this link it would mean a lot to her and myself 🖤
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Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea
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After generations of speculation, scientists have finally managed to track European eels the entire way back to their breeding grounds in the Sargasso Sea – following their movements thousands of kilometers along what is considered one of the most impressive animal migrations in nature.
Scientists are gushing with excitement because this is the first direct evidence of a long-suspected part of the eels' life cycle that was proposed almost 100 years ago.
Until now, no eggs or eels had been found in the North Atlantic Ocean's Sargasso Sea confirming this truly is where eels gather to breed.
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when wolf smiles ♡(ˊᗜˋ )
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[…] and you bewitch with her. She is in your blood and your bones. By night and by day.
Jean Rhys, from ‘Wide Sargasso Sea’
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Born by the billions in the Sargasso Sea, eels start as larvae, grow into transparent, threadlike glass eels, and then opaque, dark brown-gray elvers, before settling into middle-aged yellow eels. Eels reach maturity between the ages of four and 18.
Photo by Nick Upton/Minden Pictures
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✨To the Sargasso Sea✨
At first I thought this drawing was going to be my version of Cancer, from the Zodiac signs, but sometimes art has a mind of its own😅
Also: First drawing of the year, yay! :D
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"I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and wanted to be always alone."
- Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea
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heft
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enter the sargasso
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If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heavens. No more damned magic. You hate me and I hate you. We’ll see who hates best. But first, first I will destroy your hatred. Now. My hate is colder, stronger, and you’ll have no hate to warm yourself. You will have nothing.
Jean Rhys, from Wide Sargasso Sea, 1966
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