maybeksyu
maybeksyu
Hiraeth
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(n.Welsh)a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past
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maybeksyu · 3 months ago
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"I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls With vassals and serfs at my side
And of all who assembled within those walls That I was the hope and the pride.
"I had riches too great to count, could boast Of a high ancestral name,
But I also dreamt, which pleased me most, That you loved me still the same."
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maybeksyu · 4 months ago
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On the western shores
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maybeksyu · 10 years ago
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La femme et la fleur. Postcard, France.
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maybeksyu · 10 years ago
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Hour of the Wolf (Vargtimmen), Ingmar Bergman, 1968
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maybeksyu · 10 years ago
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Н.А.Шабунин. Путешествие на север. Альбом. 1906
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maybeksyu · 10 years ago
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Masterpiece at Alte Nationalgalerie.
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maybeksyu · 10 years ago
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maybeksyu · 10 years ago
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Ingmar Bergman  Jungfrukällan (The Virgin Spring) (1960)
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maybeksyu · 10 years ago
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maybeksyu · 10 years ago
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Detail from fresco ’Death of Icarus’. The Imperial Villa
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maybeksyu · 10 years ago
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Study of Birch Trees, 1906, Otto Köllein.
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maybeksyu · 10 years ago
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maybeksyu · 10 years ago
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maybeksyu · 10 years ago
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Andrew Wyeth - Wind from the Sea (1947)
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maybeksyu · 10 years ago
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“The Icelandic horse was a work horse and the nation’s only transportation. Eveything that needed moving was packed on a horse and transported over rough terrain and unbridged rivers. Not everyone could afford to own a horse, but for those who did it was a priceless possession for work and travel. It is understandable why the horse was called “the most needed servant”.” (x)
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maybeksyu · 10 years ago
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Knut Hamsun in Oslo (1936)
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