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Another composition found while exploring Steamboat Rock State Park in Washington State.
A man said to the universe:
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
Stephen Crane
The silent line of sky-lit eyes show.
Death up there shine more brightly than lives down here.
Try and live.
Choreography, Libby Nelson
Music, Sarajevo by Max Richter & Sara Leonard
Performers, Jordan Nazos, Kayla Spears, Hayley Smith, Austin Winter, Sara Wuchte
Choreography, Libby Nelson
Music, Sarajevo by Max Richter & Sara Leonard
Performers, Jordan Nazos, Kayla Spears, Hayley Smith, Austin Winter, Sara Wuchte
Choreography, Libby Nelson
Music, Sarajevo by Max Richter & Sara Leonard
Performers, Jordan Nazos, Kayla Spears, Hayley Smith, Austin Winter, Sara Wuchte
- Scars keep the memorials - Bones keep the existence of life -
When u finally don't ever afraid of pain, and u don't ever afraid of death, you can rise above your scares and see the beauty of the every thing. You’ll see how the pain makes you being beautiful and accepting the death as an inherent part of life you can getting rid of it dismal side.
Choreography, Libby Nelson
Music, Sarajevo by Max Richter & Sara Leonard
Performers, Jordan Nazos, Kayla Spears, Hayley Smith, Austin Winter, Sara Wuchte
Choreography, Libby Nelson
Music, Sarajevo by Max Richter & Sara Leonard
Performers, Jordan Nazos, Kayla Spears, Hayley Smith, Austin Winter, Sara Wuchte
Choreography, Libby Nelson
Music, Sarajevo by Max Richter & Sara Leonard
Performers, Jordan Nazos, Kayla Spears, Hayley Smith, Austin Winter, Sara Wuchte
[24 QnA] 1. How can you prove God’s existence? Why doesn’t God clearly reveal himself? You can find the correct answer here bit.ly/YzglZq
I pass this home often, huddled where it's windswept, no shelter from the sumac. There's a good view of the river, but time has taught me that's not enough to ensure survival. There are other structures with the same view, but better, easier to pull back from the brink of crumbling. There's a slow attrition that starts with the siding and shingles, a single loss in every storm adds up by year's end. There's life in it still, but I won't be the one to find it. I'll hang around watching until the moment that death wins out or surrenders. Edge of existence, this is the limit of my interest. It's the autumn of our honesty, and I try to tell the truth about who we are out here. Crowded out with hope, and empty for the better.
October 7, 2019
Belleisle, Nova Scotia
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