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claer · 7 months ago
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claer · 2 years ago
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claer · 2 years ago
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when conflicting emotions meet in your heart the larger and more refined consumes the others. that's why love is so special... when confronted with resentment or animosity, it swallows them and remains the sole thing you keep
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claer · 2 years ago
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Rosanna Warren, from So Forth: Poems; "Diamonds"
[Text ID: Gingerly we test our heaviness, feet on the floor / Gingerly we hold our balance on this spinning crust of soil]
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claer · 2 years ago
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Safe conduct pass stating that the holder is under the protection of the Great Khan of the Mongol Empire, Yuan Dynasty, 13th century
from The Metropolitan Museum of Art
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claer · 2 years ago
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Sketch for “Artemis” by William Hamo Thornycroft (1880)
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claer · 2 years ago
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claer · 2 years ago
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claer · 2 years ago
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Scheherazade possessed courage, wit, and penetration. She had read much, and had so admirable a memory, that she never forgot any thing she had read.
One Thousand and One Nights
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claer · 2 years ago
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Still life by Logi Berra
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claer · 2 years ago
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Mary Oliver, from “Franz Marc’s Blue Horses”, Blue Horses
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claer · 2 years ago
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“What she had begun to learn was the weight of liberty. Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one. The road goes upward toward the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.”
— The Tombs of Atuan, Ursula K. Le Guin
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claer · 2 years ago
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She did not return. Perhaps she whirled herself to dizziness and went home, or perhaps she had gone into the downy white forest, beyond the fog—who knows?
– Yevgeny Zamyatin, from “The North,” The Dragon: Fifteen Stories (The University of Chicago Press, 1976)
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claer · 2 years ago
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Frank Bidart, Half-light: Collected Poems 1965–2016
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