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the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

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In the first week of April the weather turned suddenly unseasonably, insistently lovely. The sky was blue, the air warm and windless, and the sun beamed on the muddy ground with all the sweet impatience of June.

– Donna Tartt, The Secret History

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i think i love you, which is odd, because i promised myself i couldn't love anything that breathes - on account of a sense for the dramatic and also one time i got thrown against the ground so hard that the splatter was chalk dust. i said i'd never let that happen standing up. it happened like a sunrise anyway, between the fingers over my eyes. you flew as a bird and made a nest in my heart. i want it to pass over me like a locust. my hands keep shaking. anything close can cut through bone. like looking down a deep hole, i hear the stones skitter over and plunge. i wanna be an adult about this and instead i feel like crying. this will only make things worse. i wasn't supposed to do this again. what a fool, this girl.

it's like she wants to get hurt.

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three stages of life:

1. there are monsters under my bed.

2. there are monsters in my head.

3. i am the monster now.

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When Homer said, “We men are wretched things”

And when Khaled Hosseini said, “A man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed. It won't stretch to make room for you.”

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Prompt 1: Daylight Eyes

In the realm of daylight eyes, there lies a tale,

Of darkness and light, a delicate veil.

A testament to the kindness, deep within us resides,

And the shadows we carry, where silence abides.

Daylight eyes, a witness to the earth's tender bloom,

As it awakens from winter's gloom.

A reminder, that in every ending,

Lurks the whisper of a new beginning

Through these eyes, the world anew, we see,

A landscape painted with the hues of possibility.

Daylight eyes, the lens through which we find,

The strength to leave the darkest nights behind.

To let the light in, a choice we make,

With every dawn, with every ache.

For in the embrace of daylight's gentle gaze,

Lies the promise of brighter days.

Daylight eyes, a vision healed, a heart reborn,

In the light, our deepest wounds are worn.

For within us all, there’s both night and day,

And with the light, we find our way.

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Delhi in Spring has a charm to it that’s almost poetic. The once melancholy veil of grey that had shrouded the city lifts, revealing skies painted blue, adorned with clouds that look like they’ve been brushed onto the canvas of the heavens by an invisible artist’s hand.

The majestic semal trees stand tall in their splendid glory, their bursts of fiery red blossoms amidst the lush greens resembling flames that light up the earth. Flowers in every conceivable hue unfurl their petals in a celebration of rebirth, their fragrances weaving a tapestry of scents that dance on the night breeze.

Above, the night reclaims its brilliance, with Orion stretching wide across the sky, a sentinel in the vast expanse. It seems as though nature itself conspires to tell tales of wonder and renewal, inviting us into a world where every moment holds the promise of discovery and awe.

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look at this photo i took of my cat its really important

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I’m obsessed

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Two cats on a window sill, 2020 - photographer unknown

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“To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.” ― Victor Hugo

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"It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart."

– Rainer Maria Rilke

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When Mary Oliver said, “Some wounds never vanish. Yet little by little, I learned to love my life.”

And when Andrea Gibson said, “I suppose I love this life, inspite of my clenched fist.”