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I had to remove the SL groups I was invited to show as this is not an SL image but thank you for those invites.
...There is a freedom more precious than the world. Infinitely more precious than life and the world is that moment when one is alone with God.” Rumi
Summer's end
"when was the last time you got lost in an enchanted garden, kidnapped a myth, turned wishes into wings...
thanks so much for all the group invites!
I can never get old enough of loving "Trolls!. Especially when these neon coloured Trolls made a comeback some years ago.
Happy Smile on Saturday!
So, we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright. - Lord Byron
TMI's Art & Nature January Contest - Winter Contrasts: www.flickr.com/groups/impressionists/discuss/721576391882...
All images and textures used are my own.
Film Noir quote from Sam Spade (Humphrey Bogart) in “The Maltese Falcon”, 1941.
Challenge # 20 – 2nd Annual Noir Style –
The Dark Side of Light - Nov. 15 to Dec. 14
www.flickr.com/groups/thedarksideofthelight/discuss/72157...
Taken in Tuscania, Italy. Spent the day in this delightful town. Well worth a visit if you are this way.
Special effect's by William Walton & Topaz.
"Go now, Persephoneia, to your dark-robed mother, and think kindly of me"
Hades to Persephone ( Homeric verse)
you want it darker by Leonard Cohen
...
There's a lover in the story
But the story's still the same
There's a lullaby for suffering
And a paradox to blame
But it's written in the scriptures
And it's not some idle claim
You want it darker
We kill the flame
'All is clouded by desire: as fire by smoke, as a mirror by dust ...Through these it blinds the soul.' C.J. Koch,
dirty as a dustbin lid....
Oh you are a mucky kid
Dirty as a dustbin lid
When he finds out the things you did
You'll get a belt from yer dad......
thank you for the invites!
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And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover—
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular name
T.S. Eliot