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Thanksgiving today, but let us not forget the truth of what happened to our native peoples this day. Let us not forget the true history of this country, before we began writing it. Let us be thankful for the land, but understand it is stolen. Let us be thankful for the foods we eat, but learn from Native cultures how to be thankful for it Every day, in every way, not just once a year. Let us be thankful for the ways their cultures have taught ours, influenced ours, saved ours. Let us be thankful for all those we love, understanding how many of their loved ones were murdered, lost, and displaced. We must remember history, the truth of it, or we are doomed to repeat it, so in and amongst our celebrations today, let us offer apologies as well. Let us feel the sorrowful sting of how we came to be here, today, as a nation, and begin practicing gratitude every single day instead. I love you all. https://www.instagram.com/p/BqfM0O4BEZ0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=15ffd7l63m17j

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The day you left, I began reading space theories to cope.

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Spiced Apple Bread

by Joy at Joy Love Food

This delicious, subtly spiced apple bread is the perfect autumn treat! Enjoy a slice or two with a cup of coffee in the morning or anytime you’re craving a little something sweet.

INGREDIENTS -

2 cups white sugar 1 cup vegetable oil 3 large eggs 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 2 cups grated apple (see Notes) 3 cups all-purpose flour 2 teaspoons ground cinnamon 1 teaspoon ground nutmeg ¼ teaspoon ground cloves 1 teaspoon baking soda ¼ teaspoon baking powder 1 teaspoon salt

INSTRUCTIONS -

Preheat oven to 350°F. Lightly grease two 9 x 5-inch loaf pans.

In a large bowl, using an electric mixer, beat sugar and vegetable oil to blend.

Add in eggs, one at a time, then vanilla mixing after each addition.

Add in the apple and stir to combine.

In another large bowl, sift together (I use a whisk) flour, cloves, cinnamon, nutmeg, baking soda, baking powder and salt.

Stir flour mixture into apple mixture in 2 or 3 additions until just combined.

Spoon batter evenly into loaf pans.

Bake in preheated oven for 45 – 50 minutes or until a toothpick inserted into the middle of a loaf comes out clean.

Cool loaf pans on wire racks for 10 minutes. Remove loaves from pans, place on racks and cool completely.

NOTES -

About 2 – 3 apples yields 2 cups grated apple. I used a combination of Gala and McIntosh. I remove the skin from the apple as my kids prefer it this way, but you can leave the skins on if you prefer. I use my food processor, fitted with the metal blade, to grate the apple.

Enjoy!   🍎 🍁

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Adorable Leaf Bags by Gabrielle Moldovanyi

Budapest-based boutique Leafling Bangs provides adorable and quirky bags and backpacks inspired by the shape of a leaf. Creative duo Garbiella Moldovanyi and her partner Adam designed the functional and beautiful bags, which comes in a range of colors and sizes.

Each piece is water-resistant and strong, which makes them an ideal accessory for the outdoors. Find their entire collection in their Etsy shop.

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What will happen?

You make me nervous but not because you are older or because I barely know you. You make me nervous because you seem different. Like someone who is easy to trust, someone who makes it easy for me to care about. I am nervous because what happens when what I feel is more, what happens when one day we are sitting across from each other and I can't stop thinking how your smile makes me want to keep smiling even after I've left. What happens after we watch a movie together and your hand touches my knee and I can no longer focus on the screen in front of me. It happened that much I know and I also know that I did not want to run the other way. No, I now want to know more of you, who you are, what makes you tick, laugh, and the things that make you happy. M.Moeller

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Downpour

It is easy to stand outside, still as a statue as the rain comes pouring down. I don't mean a light drizzle that makes you have to stare at the ground to see if there is any drops of water there. I don't mean the kinda rain that you can still walk through without getting soaked. I am talking about the kind of rain that comes all at once, fast as it can and falls so hard that you can hear it pounding on the roof top of the cars around you. The kind of rain that makes people run from one place to the other. The one that makes people nervous when driving on the freeway because you can't see a single thing. It is easy to stand outside in that kind of rain because you can't tell if the person next to you is crying or not. M.Moeller

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Sleepless

It becomes easier to hide how I feel, but it is also becoming easier to keep quiet about the things that should be said. Each and every day starts to feel longer. Each and every night starts to feel shorter. I am not sleeping again, I am not dreaming anymore. I am tired. But yet I cannot make myself fall asleep most nights. I like to stare up at the ceiling and imagine different things. Beautiful things. The fields of flowers that i want to one day run through, take pictures in. The stars so bright in the night sky making it easy to tell stories. All beautiful things. Stardust and dreams. Sunshine and flowers. I like to stare out the window and pretend I know what is happening across the street. Sometimes I wish I could push the houses out of my view so that I can see the snow on the mountains better. I like to feel the warmth of my dogs curled up beside me, stretching and kicking. Maybe I can’t sleep because there are too many beautiful things in my head. M.Moeller

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Silence

I once was an open book, ready to tell all my secrets until I realized no one listened. My voice was silenced by the roar of laughter. Silenced by the voice of someone else. Easily silenced by the footsteps of feet walking away. No one dared to tune in to hear the words I spoke. I am no longer a open book, not in the ways I was. My secrets are mine to hold and mine to bare. I rip pages out to hide the truth in hopes others will turn a blind eye. But now my silence haunts them. Now they wonder why I'm not talking. They ask if I'm okay, they want my stories. Honestly, I just have nothing to say these days. M.Moeller

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Sometimes I'm a Bit Negative

Every day is starting to become the same battle that I fought so hard In high school. I tell myself that I am stronger now. That I will not give in. But I feel myself slowly giving in. I'm crying tears of disgust, I'm crying tears of hate late at night. Every morning I wake up and look in the mirror speaking only positive words. Words that my heart doesn't believe. Words that don't feel true. I am speaking love to myself, but I can't bring myself to smile and say "I believe you. I love you. I am beautiful." M.Moeller

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Panic or anxiety?

I feel like I can't breathe again. I don't know why or how. What is happening to me? I feel like crying

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This lovely wee angel got some tattoos of my words from Samson and Delilah. “until our bones had turned to marrow” on the hip and “like honey and dates, I loved you soft” on the thigh. These poems are only available in my book Shaking The Trees if you fancy reading them! It’s available here.

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Hey loverlies. This spoken word was Typewriter Series #1673 a bit back. It sounded like this in my brain pan. Also, I found out I am an INFP on the personality thing. That means I am a Mediator and all I know is, when I read about it, it was spooky accurate.

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Spoken word version of Typewriter Series #299 for you tonight. Maybe tonight you will dig it. Maybe.

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What’s up dears and darlings and sassafrasses? This one was Typewriter Series #1017 some time ago. Also, I got super fancy with my iMovie (ok it’s beyond basic) and told you what poem it is at the end. Cool. Not really. Maybe. I love you guys.

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Sometimes I feel lost. Am I lost? Or am I finding myself?

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I Am Both

I am sleeping with my window open again. I never shut it even when it's freezing outside. I yell out to the darkness about playing games where shadows of hands reach out to grab me when I'm sound asleep. But I no longer cover my face with blankets. I whisper to the darkness, "come get me. You cannot move me from this world. I am stronger." The darkness always laughs and calls me silly. It use to faze me, I use to make figures out of chairs and dressers, i wouldn't dare move off my bed until the sun broke through the sky. I let the demons leak into my dreams, for I have not learned how to block them nor love them. The darkness cannot harm me. I am both darkness and light. M. Moeller