Trying to get a better look at these (my best guess) Mulch Maids and making a spore print.
Leratiomyces \\ Big Island, Hawaii \\ fall 2023
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Gate to Oblivion (TES4: Oblivion)
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It was one of those rare, perfect afternoons when the air is infused with the scent of clean cotton and clipped grass, and a thousand childhood memories glint in the lingering light.
Kate Morton, The Clockmaker’s Daughter
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you are beautiful and i see it.
All my life, I’ve dreamt of endless roads and open fields. Sunsets that set the heart ablaze, and clouds that are dappled across sky. Walking the lonely streets at midnight in the drizzling rain, and the moon colours the city silver. Sitting at the beach with eyes closed, soaking the sun and listening to the waves crashing on the shore. Stars twinkling, and the wind howling. I think of how beautiful mundane things can be, and I think of all the things we have to be grateful of. Then, I think of how humans tend to overcomplicate everything they come across. These lines above shouldn’t invoke as much longing as they do, but what else am I supposed to feel when everyone is running to catch up with others and I’m told that I cannot sit down to breathe to take in the beauty? Oh no, I’m supposed to sprint up to the person who is ahead of me, and keep on sprinting to catch up with the one after that—it is an endless cycle. It is exhausting. Can we, just for once, please slow down? Can we stop being at war with each other? Can we please stop and love each other?
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