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Being Human Is Exhausting So Be An Owl
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By the window to the woods where the deer and creatures play, there is a girl - a dreamer of dreams with a whimsical heart. She lives there among her books and tea and a very small measure of heartbreak, loving illustration, pretty things, and falling asleep far, far into the night...
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Lime in Golden Bowl - Heidi Von Faber , 2022.
Dutch, b. 1963 - Acrylic on linen ,  31.5 x 31.5 in. 80 x 80 cm.
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The Holy Spirit.
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YOU NEED A BIG GOD
BIG ENOUGH TO HOLD YOUR LOVE
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a love that feels like the sun in your chest
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Hunter Waldera aka Snacktoast (American, based Santa Clarita, CA, USA) - B-Side, Paintings: Digital Art
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Stairs of the Villa Carolina by Tomislav Marcijus
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The crescent moon looks like an eyelash dropped on a navy pillowcase of the sky. Evening in anticipation of a sleepless night. It’s time to listen to the strange sounds of the night town and the south-west wind’s tale.
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L’invitation au voyage
René Magritte
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“She was one of those languid women, made of dark honey, smooth and sweet, and terribly sticky, who take control of a room with a syrupy gesture, a toss of the hair, a single slow whiplash of the eyes and all the while remain as still as the centre of a hurricane, apparently unaware of the force of gravity by which they irresistibly attract themselves the yearnings and the souls of both men and women.“”
— Patrick Süskind, “das Parfum” (1985)
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Art by Asja Boroš (source)
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