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thebluesthour · 2 months
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Made me want to create an account dedicated to blue as well. Well, thank you. It provides me peace.
this warms my heart immensely! if you decide to make one, please don't hesitate to share it, if you feel comfortable of course 💙 more blue love is always welcomed 💙
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thebluesthour · 6 months
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René Magritte, Sixteenth of September, 1956
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thebluesthour · 6 months
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My course is almost run. I have started to turn salty. The high banks that once bounded my sides have gone and great wet plains stretch away on either side instead, while straight ahead, beckoning me on and running right to the horizon, the never-ending, the everlasting, grey green blue white black silver sea.
Carlo Gébler, I, Antigone
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thebluesthour · 7 months
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Tin-enamelled earthenware tile with a design of a hare amongst foliage (Mexico, circa 1700).
Image and text information courtesy Philadelphia Museum of Art.
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thebluesthour · 7 months
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“Love Song” by William Carlos Williams
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Summer Solstice -   Inka Essenhigh, 2008.
American, b.1969 -
Oil on canvas , 60 x 78 in. 152.4 x 198.1 cm.
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thebluesthour · 7 months
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…there was no better time than the present: the bus was now rolling down the highway; buildings flashed by now and then; the passengers dozed; the road spread out endlessly, to the edge, to the very horizon. And there, as I believed, awaiting me—beyond the horizon now—were blue, green shores.
– Nina Berberova, In Memory of Schliemann
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thebluesthour · 7 months
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simply one of the prettiest pics ive ever taken
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thebluesthour · 7 months
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Below, on the guesthouse terrace, chairs and shawls and white dresses can be seen. And beyond, the idyllic, clear, blue lake. A postcard.
Mihail Sebastian, Women (trans. Phillip Ó Ceallaigh)
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All it ever does is rain, Dadu Shin
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thebluesthour · 7 months
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This evening in the slow-deepening dusk I sat by my window and spent an hour in passionate conversation with the Devil.
Mary MacLane, from 'I Await the Devil's Coming'
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thebluesthour · 7 months
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5 p.m,
a4,
pastels
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First light will enter his room like the powder-blue Lepidoptera of Spring,
— Norman Dubie, from “Principia Mathematica: Einstein’s Exile in an Old Dutch Winter,” The Everlastings (Doubleday, 1980)
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Inside New York, 1991. Scan (first of a new series)
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…now comes the gloaming, for day will end…
– Jamaica Kincaid, from “At the Bottom of the River,” At the Bottom of the River: Stories (Aventura, 1985)
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Greater Blue-eared Glossy-starling (Lamprotornis chalybaeus), family Sturnidae, Kruger National Park, South Africa
photograph by PanWoyteczek
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thebluesthour · 7 months
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I drove with all the windows open. The wind grew brisk as I headed out of the city, the surroundings greener. The simmering heat of the lawns and the smell of dry dirt came on stronger; the clouds were outlined sharp against the sky. Fantastic weather. Perfect for taking a little summer day trip with a girl somewhere. I thought about the cool sea and the hot sands. And then I thought of a cozy air-conditioned room with crisp blue sheets on the bed. That's all. Aside from that, I didn't think about a thing. My head was all beach and blue sheets.
– Haruki Murakami, from “The Last Lawn of the Afternoon,” The Elephant Vanishes: Stories (Vintage, 1994)
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