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I am guessing this was the Na-Me-Res Powwow that takes place each summer in Toronto. Na-Me-Res is a great organization working to solve indigenous homelessness and they always need donations-> website

4th annual 2-Spirit Powwow (Part 2)

IMPORTANT: These photos are not for sale and never will be.  If you are a dancer featured in these photos and wish to be tagged, please DM me.

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Air Mail

N.C. Wyeth (1882-1945)

American Artist

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One day, one rhyme- Day 3242

Typical behavior for cat,

Though this one’s much bigger than that;

Carton inner kitty unlocks:

A lion in a cardboard box.

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Hey kid, look at me.

I want you to T-pose. Turn your right thumb up and your left thumb doen and look at your right thumb. Move your arms up and down a bit until you feel a nerve running from your armpit to your palm. Now turn your right thumb down and your left thumb up, and look at your left thumb. Keep your chest facing forward and your shoulders back. Move your arms again until you feel that nerve again. Keep alternating between these two for a minute, or look at each thumb thirty times each.

Now sit down. Put your left hand firmly under your left buttock, palm down. Keep your shoulders back and put your right hand over the crown of your head, very gently pulling it to the right. Do this for thirty seconds, then do it again but with your right hand under your right buttock.

These are stretches for the nerves in your arms, and are very good for people who sit behind a computer a lot, or fibre artists, or you name it. Do them daily. They will hurt in the beginning, but keep doing them, even after the pain has gone, or it will return and you'll have to start all over.

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Montana humor😆

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Nightly Nostalgia

Gleaming moon mirrors in the shallow stretch of water; the illuminated angel towering above the sleeping city. The night owl’s voices are sounding so close yet, so far away; the perfume of spring fever is in the air. The city full of fireflies, million people, million lights, waiting for the day to come.

- Linda -

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11.6.2025. Tuzla, Bosnia and Herzegovina

(two photos, one moment) by CityGuide360

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~ There’s just something about these city lights and summer nights that make me ache for the life that was never mine。

_lostinmyreveries

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the crowds of faceless nameless

float on star stream roads -

a pulsing traffic night glow

as we frantic-fight against the flow

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"The City" - Ted Hughes

Your poems are a dark city centre. Your novels, your stories, your journals, are suburbs Of this big city. The hotels are lit like office blocks all night With scholars, priests, pilgrims. It’s at night Sometimes I drive through. I just find Myself driving through, going slow, simply Roaming in my own darkness, pondering What you did. Nearly always I glimpse you - at some crossing, Staring upwards, lost, sixty year old. The crowd piles around you. You stand stock still. Your face, under the green or orange light, A desert Indian’s, wild, bewildered. You want to ask something but you can’t. You stare into every face  Trying to recognise somebody. They ignore you. Then the light goes red And they all surge past you. Then you see me in my car, staring at you. I see you thinking: ought I to know him? I see you frown. I see you trying To remember - or suddenly not to remember.

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i watched the sun set as i walked across the bridge; its soft radiance was magnificent. my chest was tight, and my throat felt as though it may close, but oh, was it peaceful. the wind, warmed by the new spring, whipped through my hair and eyelashes. a calmness washed over me, just as the orange washed over my city.

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Nights of Contrast

Seems so happening,

But distance drowns the wild city,

Silence deafening.

- @moshdoingthings

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City

The lights of the city

Make me feel infinity

Ambitious landscapes

Heroes without capes

Buses, taxis, and passing cars

Neon signs for late night bars

Dreams are within my touch

Nothing is too much

The cliché of forever young

Even with the smoke filling my lungs

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Skylines speak to me like the heart lines on an electrocardiography screen.

Keep me breathing. Don’t have a power surge.

Stay loud. Stay bright. 🌇

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Fire skies

San Bernardo, Santiago, Chile.

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Blues At Sunrise

You played Blues At Sunrise and I let the music wash over my soul like that old muddy delta water. I heard the voice of sorrow crying for her lover and we sang together while the heavy Memphis summer beat down hot and hard on naked flesh and bone. 

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Symbols

Midsummer brings The ramparts of dawn

To canterfields in a haze Of Delphic greens

And cornflower blues Where the silver strands

Of Edifice seek the ocean Air it cannot breathe,

Here, like a break of light, You come to me on

The cornerstone of betrayal Like a semaphore bleeding

Stillsymbols of this city’s Light-spill casting disparate

The rooftops in sorrow before Each derision of my soullessness

Becomes a camouflage Reflection of dry, fraying clouds

As if the cameo of fairness Grants this day’s night of being

The night now a grey elm Of strides in elements Of redress and return

© K. James Ribble