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Morreu Ruth Cardoso. Intelectual de respeito. Antropóloga. Defensora dos programas sociais que ensinam a pescar, em vez de apenas dar peixes. Responsável pela alfabetização de milhões de brasileiros.
Porque liberdade se consegue e se mantém pelo conhecimento.
Este país ficou muito mais pobre, esta noite.
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Flirt is new at the mainstore along with a brand new HUD "Essential" including a bunch of new color options! It's an all-in-one HUD covering all the color packs which I hope can be modified/expanded upon via your requests ♥
Ruth 'over-the-knee' Boots - Exclusive for Uber.
Available in 8 single colours and a 19 colour Boutique Collection incorporating our Winter 2020/21 colour palette.
Rigged for Maitreya, Belleza, Slink & Legacy.
original painting Coldest Day Of Summer by Artist Ruth Hunter; medium: oil and cold wax on panel; artwork size: 12x12" (framed)
Ruth es mi nueva moof.Está con nosotros desde principios de enero.
La amo mucho,como a mis otras moofies.
Está llevando un vetido "prêt-à-porter" primavera/verano 2008 de Spwtnikgirl.
¡Gracias GlintoF!
This Ruth Mine is located about 12 miles northwest of Trona in Homewood Canyon at an elevation of 4000 feet. The mine operated from about 1899 to 1942. The ore was free gold associated with pyrite in iron stained quartz monazite. The mine produced over $500, 000 worth of ore.
This Ruth Mine is located about 12 miles northwest of Trona in Homewood Canyon at an elevation of 4000 feet. The mine operated from about 1899 to 1942. The ore was free gold associated with pyrite in iron stained quartz monazite. The mine produced over $500,000 worth of ore.
Photographer: Jio Fray/Crystal Perido
Concept: Crystal Perido
Model: Rachel II : www.modelmayhem.com/1586786
Backstage: lightrentalsph.com
Ruth Bader Ginsburg's casket is carried into the Supreme Court, as her former law clerks line the steps.
Murales y Arte
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JUDGE RUTH.
Lower East Side | NYC | 2022
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got the medicom mad hatter to steal his stuff... Ruth Doctor claimed the coat and waistcoat.
she still needs a really good blouse eventually (for now i did tricks with ribbon)
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Bens Boutique - Ruth Outfit Hud Driven
including :
[✔]Shoes, Hoodie, Fishet Top, Leggings
[✔]Texture Changer Hud
[✔]30 Mix match colors
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Maitreya Lara, Belleza Isis and Freya, Slink Hourglass, Legacy
DEMO @MAINSTORE
Ruth's Album
Album created by my Grandfather Carl for his daughter, Ruth.
This picture is inscribed "Whirligig Ruth" - to which I can only say: "That she was." She was my Mother.
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"Listen in the wind to the sighing of the bush:
This is the ancestors breathing.
Those who are dead are never gone;
The dead are not down in the earth:
They are in the trembling of the trees,
In the groaning of the woods,
In the water that runs, in the water that sleeps."
-traditional saying from Senegal
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“We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life alters our plans. And yet, at the end, from a rare height, we also see that our dream was our fate. It's just that providence had other ideas as to how we would get there. Destiny plans a different route, or turns the dream around, as if it were a riddle, and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn't have expected.”
Ben Okri
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I am rereading Carl Jung's "Memories Dreams and Reflections" which had a profound influence on me as a 20-something year old and continues to illuminate.
"When I was working on the stone tablets, I became aware of the fateful links between me and my ancestors. I feel very strongly that I am under the influence of things or questions which were left incomplete and unanswered by my parents and grandparents and more distant ancestors. It often seems as if there were an impersonal karma within a family, which is passed on from parents to children. It has always seemed to me that I had to answer questions which fate had posed to my forefathers, and which had not yet been answered, or as if I had to complete, or perhaps continue, things which previous ages had left unfinished. It is difficult to determine whether these questions are more of a personal or more of a general (collective) nature. It seems to me that the latter is the case. A collective problem, if not recognized as such, always appears as a personal problem, and in individual cases may give the impression that something is out of order in the realm of the personal psyche. The personal sphere is indeed disturbed, but such disturbances need not be primary; they may well be secondary, the consequence of an insupportable change in the social atmosphere. The cause of disturbance is, therefore, not to be sought in the personal surroundings, but rather in the collective situation. Psychotherapy has hitherto taken this matter far too little into account.
Our souls as well as our bodies are composed of individual elements which were all already present in the ranks of our ancestors. The “newness” in the individual psyche is an endlessly varied recombination of age-old components. Body and soul therefore have an intensely historical character and find no proper place in what is new, in things that have just come into being. That is to say, our ancestral components are only partly at home in such things. We are very far from having finished completely with the Middle Ages, classical antiquity, and primitivity, as our modern psyches pretend. Nevertheless, we have plunged down a cataract of progress which sweeps us on into the future with ever wilder violence the farther it takes us from our roots. Once the past has been breached, it is usually annihilated, and there is no stopping the forward motion. But it is precisely the loss of connection with the past, our uprootedness, which has given rise to the “discontents” of civilization and to such a flurry and haste that we live more in the future and its chimerical promises of a golden age than in the present, with which our whole evolutionary background has not yet caught up. We rush impetuously into novelty, driven by a mounting sense of insufficiency, dissatisfaction, and restlessness. We no longer live on what we have, but on promises, no longer in the light of the present day, but in the darkness of the future, which, we expect, will at last bring the proper sunrise. We refuse to recognize that everything better is purchased at the price of something worse; that, for example, the hope of greater freedom is canceled out by increased enslavement to the state, not to speak of the terrible perils to which the most brilliant discoveries of science expose us. The less we understand of what our fathers and forefathers sought, the less we understand ourselves, and thus we help with all our might to rob the individual of his roots and his guiding instincts, so that he becomes a particle in the mass, ruled only by what Nietzsche called the spirit of gravity."
[Alive On All Channels archive]
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Última foto de esta serie con Ruth.
Modelo: Ruth Fuente
Strobist info:
Flash para iluminar el fondo
SoftBox a la izda f8
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From "Ruth's Album"
Here comes trouble.
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“I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.”
— Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This for You
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“A man is the history of his breaths and thoughts, acts, atoms and wounds, love indifference and dislike, also of his race and nation, the soil that fed him and his forbears, the stones and sands of his familiar places, long-silenced battles and struggles of conscience, of the smiles of girls and the slow utterance of old women, of accidents and the gradual action of inexorable law, of all this and something else, too, a single flame which in every way obeys the laws that pertain to Fire itself, and yet is lit and put out from one moment to the next, and can never be relumed in the whole waste of time to come.”
— A.S. Byatt
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Here is my mother as a young girl - "Here comes trouble" indeed.
Years ago when both my brother and I were living in Atlanta, my mother was supposed to come and visit. She called us from somewhere South of the city and we directed her how to come on the phone. We waited and waited. She called again. She was closer but still sort of vague about where she was and a bit lost. We instructed her to wait there and we'd come to meet her. We got there and she wasn't there. She didn't call. The evening passed. We called the police. They were polite but firm - "Was she elderly?" "Probably wandered off."
It was days before she got back in touch. She was in Pennsylvania. She had decided to just drive on. We yelled at her and scolded her for disappearing and she seemed unfazed by our indignation.
Another time she was supposed to meet us in the city and she called from the Roswell police department. Her car had caught fire and burned up and she had left it by the side of the road. What?? We went back to where her car had been towed and retrieved the back seat load of large river rocks that she had gathered from some river or stream in Pennsylvania.
She could be so infuriating. But always and in every way a force to be reckoned with. She lived by her own lights, so to speak. The wild kind of integrity that informed her relationships was always emphatic and powerful.
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Ruth sets off early with all her belongings on a three day drive to Alberta and the Canadian Rockies.
Photographer: Jio Fray/Crystal Perido
Concept: Crystal Perido
Model: Rachel II : www.modelmayhem.com/1586786
Backstage: lightrentalsph.com