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The silent light of God's Mercy

(in the radiance of Your presence

my heart was filled with ardour)

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I’m not afraid of love or its consequence of light.

— Joy Harjo, from "The Creation Story," Weaving Sundown in a Scarlet Light

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Phạm Hầu, Paysage dans une forêt / Landscape in a Forest, 1940-45, screen panels

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hanif abdurraqib

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Vall de Boí, Catalonia. Photos by Eliseo Moran and Ignacio Segura

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There was great sadness in the speed at which the days were getting shorter. As if they were trying to redeem something that was irredeemable. With a sense of heartache, I thought about September, when the ferocity of summer would abate.

Gianfranco Calligarich, Last Summer in the City (translated by Howard Curtis)

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something genuinely insane about going somewhere and getting to feel “i had some of the worst years of my life here” and “i was loved here, once” simultaneously.

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Artwork by Vanessa Foley for Yorgos Lanthimos’ movie The Killing of a Sacred Deer

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— Almond Blossom, by Fiona Benson

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GoaTerrarium 🍄 Insta

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“My world was warm with April sun my thoughts were spangled green and gold; my soul filled up with joy, yet felt the sharp, sweet pain that only joy can hold.”

— fr. “I Thought That I Could Not Be Hurt”, Sylvia Plath

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“the sky flashed with lightning and a muffled boom shook the earth. the rain can’t hurt you now, and the darkness doesn’t last forever. see there? see that light shining in the distance? the little light that looks like a star? that’s where you’re headed, he told them, that’s the way out of this hole.”

hurricane season; fernanda melchor

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From autumn 🍂 to winter ❄️