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Silence between them like a thread to hold
And not wind in. And time itself's a feather
Touching them gently. Do they know they're old,
These two who are my father and my mother
Whose fire from which I came, has now grown cold?
from One Flesh, by Elizabeth Jennings
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i remember making these ... reader, I'd indeed had a few ales
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Though the Cold Woods - Jo Barry
British, b. 1970 -
Hand colored etching, 14.5 x 17.5 cm.
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Dubrovnik steps / Croatia (by Lars Helge Indrelid).
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by far the harshest truth ive ever had to come to terms with is that many people genuinely have absolute dogshit taste and that is, technically, not a crime
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The Harvest of Buckwheat
Paul Sérusier, 1899
oil on canvas
(via Art Institute Chicago)
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Splynutí duší, 1896 by Max Švabinský (Czech, 1873–1962)
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W. B. Yeats
1935 photo by Howard Coster.
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