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سالها پيروي مذهب رندان کردم
تا به فتوي خرد حرص به زندان کردم
من به سرمنزل عنقا نه به خود بردم راه
قطع اين مرحله با مرغ سليمان کردم
سايهاي بر دل ريشم فکن اي گنج روان
که من اين خانه به سوداي تو ويران کردم
توبه کردم که نبوسم لب ساقي و کنون
ميگزم لب که چرا گوش به نادان کردم
اين که پيرانه سرم صحبت يوسف بنواخت
اجر صبريست که در کلبه احزان کردم
Hafez
Static Thinkers.
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思い出の法律をリフレッシュモラル若者を拡大高ぶった感想しなやかな文章.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Here is another stitched photo from the BANKSY "Barely Legal" show. I am working on some jems, here is a sampling.
Besides, you know how many other will be posting photo from the BANKSY show... oodles!
TP52 Wk 32 - Static
Croydon Airport House - static aeroplane and the art deco Airport Building in the background which is a protected structure.
So, I catch very few of these in flight, but I did manage to pick up on this one hanging out…. literally…. over Horsepen Bayou. He/she did show off beautifully on this particular day and stuck around until I had to reach for the paddle to make some adjustments to the path of the canoe.
DSL_7796uls
a long time ago it was a gift-
to see and hear every strain of static,
and to slip through untouched and untouchable phantom.
but there's the occasional snare and tangle-
the sound too beautiful not to hear,
the sight too powerful to turn away from-
a million or so feathered gods
scatter overhead-
a cacophony of skyline dispersion,
a dream in sweetest disguise.
and it all fades to snow on the television,
the rustle in the late-night a.m. radio tunings...