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... if the summer comes to an end now so slowly. One feels already sometimes how the nature prepares for it. Has found some sentences in addition:

  

The darkness

begins again earlier

and smokier breathes

the wilted nature.

The foliage covers

rustling the ways,

the autumn already signs

his coloured track.

Still summer

and, nevertheless, already past.

In the morning as a white frost ends

the fog in the grass.

At noon seems

still the warming sun,

if she transforms him

in pearls of glass.

 

© Sonja Drechsel-Walther

 

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What a difference a Year Makes

This was December 2019 , commuting in the dark and seeing the dawn rising . as the LUAS tram passed over the M50 motorway. I have been Working From Home . since late February , this year has gone in a blur of unexpected events and lots and lots of isolation. I don't know how I feel about commuting anymore. It seems like something from a bizarre Sci-fi film now :)

We are good at adapting !

 

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THERE WAS A HOUSE UPON A TEXAS HILL-----(Continue the story with a sentence, OK?

Hair: Limerence - Else hair (gift) ♥

Cyber set: Aitne -> Trinity //body, gloves, boots, harness, pasties, sleeves// (kupra, maitreya, legacy, reborn, Belleza Gen X)

 

Tokyo zero LM

Sword: Legion - Destroyer Blade

Jaw & bandage: Legion

Ears: Aii

Oculus - Tentacio - Abdromeda

 

LM Aitne New Location!

Near Airport, Camarillo, California

for the "art week gallery" group this week feat. "benches"

 

quartermaster folder

The sentence "Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose." was written by Gertrude Stein as part of the 1913 poem Sacred Emily, which appeared in the 1922 book Geography and Plays.

 

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Kind regards,

Cor

The trail zig zags down the steep slope to the bridge over Oneonta Creek in the middle of this image. The forest is showing signs of recovery after the Eagle Creek Fire started by a 15 year old playing with smoke bombs on 9/2/2017. The fire burned almost 49 thousand acres of forest in the Columbia River Gorge area. The fire burned extremely hot due to drought and years of fire suppression and thus even trees which often can survive fire burned to death. $36.6 million in restitution was ordered along with almost 2,000 hours of community service. The boy has been complying with the terms of his sentence but will doubtless never pay off the restitution. Meanwhile the forest is starting to regenerate. The yellow leaves are from sprouts from the roots of dead maple and oak trees. Here and there are a few evergreen survivors. Some day this will be a forest again.

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No single sentence better explains the motives and direction of Hopkins’s life than this: “Man is created to praise.” He believed it as wholly as a man can believe anything; and when regret or sorrow over anything in [Hopkins’] life comes to a critic’s mind, this must be remembered.

-Humphry House, The Note-Books and Papers of Gerard Manley Hopkins (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1937), 416.

Turning the pages a sentence caught her eyes. “A dream is a wish your heart makes”. Perhaps there was truth in those words. She had dreamed of a different life. A life with love. Surprising and unexpected love came. Time had been tough and lonely, she thought. The change was most welcoming and very invigorating.

 

She had felt so happy. He was a kind and charming man. Rapidly her love for him grew stronger. Every day she had longed for him like A DRIED OUT FLOWER. She had needed him like a flower needs water. So easily he had filled her heart and soul with love, hopes and dreams. She hesitated. Stop! Don't start winding yourself up. He's gone, she reminded herself. As unexpected as he came.

 

Her eyes brimmed with tears as she sadly realized, that she had never found the true path to his heart. Now she knew, there was no need for searching any longer. He would remain an utterly priceless treasure. In time, she hoped, the memory would be without pain. I miss you, she sighed. No, I've to forget about him, she muttered. Still she could feel him and the bond between them. She wished it would be different, but he would always be a part of her, unfortunately she knew that for a fact. Perhaps it was time for new dreams.

   

Take This Waltz - Leonard Cohen

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[.....]

Oh I want you, I want you, I want you

On a chair with a dead magazine

In a cave at the tip of the lily

In some hallway where love's never been

On a bed where the moon has been sweating

In a cry filled with footsteps and sand

 

Aey, aey, aey, aey

Take this waltz, take this waltz

Take its broken waist in your hand

 

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz

With its very own breath of brandy and death

Dragging its tail in the sea

 

There's a concert hall in Vienna

Where your mouth had a thousand reviews

There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking

They've been sentenced to death by the blues

Ah but who is it climbs to your picture

With a garland of freshly cut tears?

 

Aey, aey, aey, aey

Take this waltz, take this waltz

Take this waltz it's been dying for years

 

There's an attic where children are playing

Where I've got to lie down with you soon

In a dream of Hungarian lanterns

In the mist of some sweet afternoon

And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow

All your sheep and your lilies of snow

 

Aey, aey, aey, aey

Take this waltz, take this waltz

[....]

 

And I'll dance with you in Vienna

I'll be wearing a river's disguise

The hyacinth wild on my shoulder

My mouth on the dew of your thighs

 

And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook

With the photographs there, and the moss

And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty

My cheap violin and my cross

 

And you'll carry me down on your dancing

To the pools that you lift on your wrist

Oh my love, oh my love

Take this waltz, take this waltz

It's yours now, it's all that there is

 

Just for fun -- seeing the line up of flowers in various stages seem to form a sentence using different 'words' and 'punctuation marks'!

The stripes may mark him as the prisoner, yet the weight rests on her shoulders. His smoke drifts free into the night, while she sits bound by silence. On the steps of the Cathedral, the roles of captive and keeper quietly reverse. Shot in Cologne, Germany with a Leica M11 Mono and Summilux 50mm.

Ex penitenziario di Procida

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Sunday, In A Meeting, with Judy Kay. I love it when boats are lined up so that their names make a coherent sentence. Pillar Point Harbor, just north of Half Moon Bay, California.

This sentence is made of lead (and a sentence of lead gives a reader an entirely different sensation from one made of magnesium).

This sentence is made of yak wool.

This sentence glows in the dark.

This sentence was born with a caul.

This sentence once spit in a book reviewer's eye.

This sentence suffered a split infinitive - and survived.

This sentence leaks.

 

Tom Robbins

A sentimental journey

back and forth through time

a haze sometimes

clear as crystal on other days

this is where the emotion chimes

 

hourly, daily, eternally perhaps?

as much as the Sun gives to life

the hidden shadows remain lost

to the extended night

only touched by reality's hurtful frost

 

perchance can it change at all?

or has time done enough inside

that sentence dressed in ill-fitting words

like Winter nestling in the clutch of Spring

the bane of all nature's lovebirds

 

herald the call with a cry

in clonos nothing can defy the truth

of intuitive feelings so vivacious

they of the free world fly in the face of our 'society'

reaching up in unison, in search of rightness...

 

we follow suit for justification of our ills

clarification of the wrongs within

condemnation of all others we deem below us

always in denial of our own contemptuous stance

of which none among us are truly blameless

 

upon this fact we at least stand shoulder to shoulder-

the blame in part,

consuming thoughts on a diet of weighty emotions

is a recipe for the poor health of purpose

we must all take responsibility for the recycling of such actions.

 

by anglia24

09h30: 10/04/2008

©2008anglia24

Rows of prison cells in one of the cellblocks at the historic Alcatraz prison, San Francisco.

Is there really true freedom for all?

 

Over a million black men bake in US prisons-

with sentences far outweighing their crimes.

 

Many times

the same crime committed by a white man would not even get

him arrested or convicted.

 

Throw in slavery, institutionalized racism, the 1933-44 holocaust, the colonization of Africa, the prison industrial complex, Aids, Malaria, Sickle cell, i could go on and on and on,

but i ask again

 

Is the blackman really free?

 

much has improved

there is a great deal of betterment

but deep seated racism is still rampant

  

Battery Park

Man Hat Tan

 

Photography’s new conscience

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Henry was the fly ambassador of goodwill towards humans, he was appointed to raise the profile of flies in the human population and to reduce the loathing felt by certain members of the pink skinned bipedal apes. One of the biggest issues for humans was that flies enjoy regurgitating their stomach contents onto food, dissolving it and sucking up the juices. Henry was thus the first fly to turn vegetarian and to chew his food.

Flies, being diptera, aren’t the smartest of insects, slightly above crane flies, but nowhere as clever as the beetles and social insects and so they hadn’t figured that they needed teeth to properly chew food and start the digestion process. Henry had been trying to chew a piece of this leaf for hours before I came along, to no avail. “Henry, whassup, what ya doin homey’” I said in my most street savvy vernacular (flies, although stupid, liked the latest trend words and spoke like teenagers). “Wicked, bro” said Henry “I’m just chillin wiv dis herbage trying to nyam it”. “Sweet”, I said, continuing to sound like an overaged, underinformed ‘youf’ “dat’s wicked, how long ya bin doin’ dat, innit”. ( I had also figured that using the word innit anywhere in sentences made you sound more street). “abaht free ‘ours, bro’ I feel a bit like I’m gonna puke soon.” I didn’t know what to say, Henry was determined, I watched for a few more minutes and eventually the inevitable happened, Henry puked all over the leaf. “Waste not, want not” said Henry in an almost adult voice as he commenced to suck up the vomit along with the now dissolving vegetation. Nice…

 

In Iceland, a solo exhibit a JCC, Bridgewater, NJ, April, 2018

 

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Condamné à passer un hiver très rude

 

Encore un panneau stop détourné,devant des arbres enneigés se découpant sur les belles façades colorées derrière la mairie de la Croix-rousse

than a farm just minutes outside of tony Ltichfield, CT. Always wanted to use that adjective in a sentence!

Once this red line appears on the tree, it is sentenced to be cut down. Those ashes are attacked by caterpillar of chine. And to try to save other trees, infected one are cut.

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