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remembering the Poppies.
Tue, 11 Nov 2025
Poppy Day is on November 11th because this is Armistice Day, the anniversary of the end of World War I. An armistice was signed on that day in 1918, which stopped the fighting at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. The day is a tribute to all those who have died in service since then, with the poppy becoming a symbol of remembrance due to the flowers that grew on the battlefields of WW1.
Remembering what they stood for.
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"do u remember ~ by Phil Collins"
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These were burning candles in a cathedral in Tbilisi, Georgia, remembering those who have gone before us.
PHOTO BOOTH: FOXCITY Photo Booth - Chic R&B
POSES: FOXCITY Heatwave Bento Pose Set
PROPS: Niche 2 (with flowers) Designer Carmise Melodie, hanging flowers were self made
OUTIFT: MILOTA: Minerva dress (milk)
SHOES: EMPIRE Achatina
HAIR: DOUX Octavia
JEWELRY: *AvaWay* Letter rings, bracelets and necklace
NAILS: LIVIA Pro Base Soft Charm
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Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot,
I see no reason why gunpowder treason,
should ever be forgot.
Now, if you will excuse me, I will get back to watching V for Vendetta because I cannot think of a better film to watch on Bonfire Night.
Full bloom wildflowers as taken on one bright autumn day more than a decade ago in Darjeeling Himalayas, India
She's about to earn some bragging rights
I'm 'bout to give it up like I've been holding back all night
Girl, take pride in what you want to do
Even if that means a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I don't mind
You can tell by how I roll
Cause my clique hot and my cup cold
My talk slurred cause I’m so throwed
And I'm wiping sweat from my last show
And he's TG and I'm XO
I'm only here for one night
Then I'mma be a memory
Say it in my ear, so I can hear what you say to me
I got cups full of that Rosé
Smoke anything that's passed to me
Don't worry 'bout my voice
I won't need it for what I'm about to do to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I might have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I might have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Today is All Souls Day, when we traditionally remember the dead in Ireland, although it is a tradition that is itself now nearly dead!
Say goodbye
Not knowing when
The truth in my whole life began
Say goodbye
Not knowing how to cry
You taught me that
And I'll remember
The strength that you gave me
Now that I'm standing on my own
I'll remember
The way that you saved me
I'll remember
Inside I was a child
That could not mend a broken wing
Outside I looked for a way
To teach my heart to sing
A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.
Joan Didion
An image scanned from one of my colour slides and taken way back in 1976 - yes, we actually did have cameras back then and colour film - Champs-Élysées looking towards the Arc de Triomphe.
Workers via the Works Progress Administration (WPA) built these structures in Richfield County Park, the first county park in Genesee County at the time, beginning in 1938. They are still standing and going strong. They attract light-chasers for many events, especially senior high school pictures and weddings. I like taking them in b/w, an ode to their time and a way to remember the efforts of the WPA workers and especially like the early and late day light that casts shadows on the river and structures.
Remember these? Yeah, Pepperidge Farm remembers. Seeing these Wichita-Washington Boeing 737's were definitely some of the coolest trains running through KC back in the day, but BNSF decided to run them west out of Wichita a few years ago instead, so we're just left with the memories. Oh, well.
Here's the BNSF 4840 and an H1 "Goat Boat" heading northwest out of KC on the St. Joe Sub at CP Clarke.
Founded in 1860, Graceland Cemetery is a beautiful 120-acre “garden cemetery” on Chicago’s North Side, incorporating trees, lakes, terraced lawns and paths into its landscape design, creating a park-like atmosphere. It is the final resting place for numerous notable Chicagoans, including Marshall Field, Cyrus McCormick, George Pullman and Ludwig Mies van der Rohe.
Being a Chicago Cubs fan, I made it a point when I was there this month to visit the gravesite of Ernie Banks, a Hall of Fame Major League baseball player who played 19 seasons for the Cubs beginning in 1953. Banks was the Cubs’ first African-American player and is regarded as one of the greatest Cubs players of all time.
Banks' dedication to the team along with his ebullient nature earned him the nickname “Mr Cub,” both during and after his playing career. For his contribution to sports, Banks was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2013. Ernie Banks died of a heart attack in 2015 a week before his 84th birthday.
Remembering our beautiful rescued persian cat Rosie who went to sleep in August 2025.We had her for over nine year's.
The house is very quiet without you both..xx And our Cali..xx who went to sleep twm months earlier..xx
But very fond memories of you with Cali and Mili white German shepherd dogs.
Remembering & missing the beautiful you Dad, on your birthday. Wish you were still here wth us. I miss you so much Papa! Ti voglio tanto, tanto bene sempre =)
Body: Lara from Maitreya
Head: Spencer from Lelutka
Skin and Makeup: Eryn for Lelutka new from Glam Affair at Uber
Hair: Eve Butterfly new gacha from Sintiklia at Lootbox
Dress and Top: Marja new from Ricielli at Cosmopolitan
Pose and Tulips: I Will Remember new from Luanes World at Tres Chic
Location: Black Kite
We do not remember days, we remember moments
- Cesare Pavese
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3-baNHfj9c
I CRIED FOR YOU by Katie Melua
WHISPERS
Whisper to me the sounds of Spring; comfort me with flowers
and every lovely little thing will fade away like sea mist
on the breeze of memories and longing for a soft sweet kiss;
belonging in the arms of someone that you love
and watching gentle raindrops slowly trickle down the window
and gently touch the hand that holds yours in the night;
caressing in sweet slumber the one who brings you peace
and waking in the windswept morning that follows every storm
you find a pillow dented where once his head had lain;
a comforting reminder that all was not a dream
he left before the dawning, but did so without knowing
he fell so deeply into sleep; you never saw it coming
now walk the beach alone; your footprints on the sand,
but feel a touch upon your shoulder where once his hand had been; the sea air settles salt upon the lips that once met his
and tastes of moonlight kisses and dances in the dusk
barefeet swirling softly across the sands of time
a bird flies by your face brushing wing against your cheek
where once he held your face in hands
that promised to be with you until the end of time,
but no-one tells the future what it can and cannot do,
so we seize each precious moment and try to make it last
then we do the best that we can do to leave things in the past
until one morning it is over; this bleakness that you felt;
the sunshine paints a pretty picture; the heartache starts to melt
and you come back again to life with vigour in your step
and look at dusty photographs of that moment when you met,
but now you can let go because you know it's time to carry on
and move on down the future line where he'll always be a part of you until your dying day, but leave until tomorrow; don't give yourself away; take time to be yourself and know that love will come your way again when roses are in flower; blooming pink like candyfloss and counting down the hours;
he'll watch you and protect you and bless you with his love,
but don't forget who lay the stone foundations of your heart;
who waited while you flowered within this solid home
where love resides and never dies; where tenderness lives on;
the legacy he gave to you, you can now pass that along
to the one who waits so silently until he knows you're ready
to begin again and give your heart and know that deep inside
the love you lost and mourned was not the end, but just the start.
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November is the time to be thankful, a time to remember and to embrace those who enrich our lives. I’m thankful for a lot of things, but I’m most thankful for you.
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― Anais Nin
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