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she is going home to make soup. (via)
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Cherin Mayuka
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Arundel Cathedral from Castle gardens, West Sussex.
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Catholic academia ⛪️🍂🕊
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strawberry season 🍓
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The sepulcher of Catherine of Lancaster, Queen of Castile.
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It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.
- C.S. Lewis
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“There are times when happiness must be fought for, if we are to have any chance at all of achieving it.”
— The Other Bennet Sister, Janice Hadlow
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Blaise Hamlet Cottage
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Two-Headed Calf
by Laura Gilpin
Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass. And as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.
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