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Matera, Italy is famous for the Sassi, small homes built into the rock that supports the city. The residents shared the space with their farm animals. They were lived in until the 1950s.

March 3, 2024

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obsessed w this ("Dostoevsky as lover", Henrik Karlsson)

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Artists who know how to draw armors or very detailed clothing are powerful

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i think that sometimes the best thing that you can do is remind yourself that there are beaches. lakes, rivers, and ponds. there are forests. little woods and meadows. there are canyons. gullies and mountain cliffs. there are rainy days. dry spells and scorching blue skies. that the world turns. changes as much as it repeats. that feeling slow today won't stop tomorrow's high tide. won't make july's blackberries any less ripe

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it's not that I need a quiet day or a day off exactly; it's that I need a pocket of time that exists entirely outside of linear time as we know it that would allow me to get things done without time passing in the real world, and frankly, I don't think that's too much to ask.

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2007-2013

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the email found me longing for a sinking bite of july ripe peach body all blood warm and sun splendid

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Ériver Hijano

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something deeply intimate about being outside early in the morning all alone and seeing the world as she is

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Rafał Kapica (b.1980) - The Sun Gives Joy. 2020. Acrylic on canvas.

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I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, on a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdooms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water; grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.

Mary Oliver, from Sleeping in the forest

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O'Neil House (2) (3) (4) by Jaime Klein

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What I want is a season of calm weather. Contemplation. I get this sometimes about 3 a.m. when I always wake, open my window, & look at the sky over the apple trees.

Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works of Virginia Woolf; Selected Diaries

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i like to imagine that finding true love will be like stepping into a house i've never been to before and finding out i can navigate it with the lights off, in the pitch black dark. like coming home