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I left the tarns under a sun that would be everpresent. In five weeks, the blueberry leaves along the trail would be blazing red with such a low sun angle.
Gothic bookstore. The everpresent bargain bins are outside, waiting to snag the unsuspecting tourist, which was incidentally me this visit. The wooden door in the corner is that high-traffic bathroom. Do not conduct your business there.
...there was an eerieness that was still.everpresent in this concentration camp...it felt ill to take pictures; but i did...
We have to get a shout out to the everpresent pier, so many life changes occur right in it's shadow.
The merging of of bright colours intertwined with soft pastels to give that island relaxed feeling . Inspired by the everpresent greenery of Port of Spain..June 2010
With the everpresent rise in unemployment, it is evident that businesses have dramatically suffered as a result of the economic downturn. As more businesses close, the number of empty buildings and bankrupt families is rising, leaving many former successful entrepreneurs in poverty.
The warm sun on your face, the salt air filling your lungs, and the everpresent sound of waves crashing create an environment that facilitates change.
He was like a budding flower in the way he had grown into himself—showing the promise of self love and acceptance he'd lacked for most of his life. He struggled for many years to get to this point—at times, almost allowing himself to wither away; he once defined himself by his sorrow. Now vibrant and flourishing, he has become much more. He is beautiful without tragedy—more content than melancholic.
His growth is ongoing—everpresent. It may stagger at times, leaving him to wither once again, but he refuses to; he clings on, knowing what waits on the other side of it is worth it. He knows that he is worth it. He is the flower that has grown through concrete—one that continues to bloom in the winter. He has embraced himself fully, and is proud of the person he’s become—no longer self-loathing; he’s come to love himself.
The season is new, and he’ll continue to grow brighter and more beautiful, fueled by love, hope, and creativity—free to become who he’s always wanted to be: himself.
He was like a budding flower in the way he had grown into himself—showing the promise of self love and acceptance he'd lacked for most of his life. He struggled for many years to get to this point—at times, almost allowing himself to wither away; he once defined himself by his sorrow. Now vibrant and flourishing, he has become much more. He is beautiful without tragedy—more content than melancholic.
His growth is ongoing—everpresent. It may stagger at times, leaving him to wither once again, but he refuses to; he clings on, knowing what waits on the other side of it is worth it. He knows that he is worth it. He is the flower that has grown through concrete—one that continues to bloom in the winter. He has embraced himself fully, and is proud of the person he’s become—no longer self-loathing; he’s come to love himself.
The season is new, and he’ll continue to grow brighter and more beautiful, fueled by love, hope, and creativity—free to become who he’s always wanted to be: himself.