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by mz.ua

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by Joa Stenning

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Viktor Zaretsky (Ukrainian 1925-90), Glowing Sky, 1988, Oil on canvas

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reposted from santaferomantic2 photoset ~ craig macleod

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Moon Patrol : Tigre

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Mountain air so clean, you can taste it. It stains your clothes. I open my dresser and smell the wind through the grass. On the porch, the windchime we made sings to let us know the rain is coming in soon. We linger with the windows open just a moment longer, fill the tea pot, grab blankets for the rocking chairs outside. We sit and drink and watch and smile as the sky changes hues. How green the grass gets in contrast to the furious gray. How the rain makes music across the wood porch, roof shingles, and terra cotta pots by the stairs. 

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#pablo neruda

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#my photos #me #selfie love #love

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i acted like it wasn't a big deal when really it was breaking my heart.

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“Falling in love, we said; I fell for him. We were falling women. We believed in it, this downward motion: so lovely, like flying, and yet at the same time so dire, so extreme, so unlikely.”

— Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale.

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Ed Mell

Vermillion Cliffs

2008

(edmellgallery.com)