“Protective mimicry among insects.” The new student’s reference work for teachers, students and families. 1909.
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“Protective mimicry among insects.” The new student’s reference work for teachers, students and families. 1909.
Internet Archive
“What was my mad heart dreaming of?”
— Sappho (Stung with Love: Poems and Fragments, trans. Aaron Poochigian)
lina gordievsky
a little garden in your backyard where you grow blueberries for your muffins, tomatoes for your pasta, roses for your home. you have coffee with your husband every sunrise and hear your children’s laughter playing barefoot in the grass. the life.
Traditional (and now rare) wild flower meadow: ridge and furrow field then used for hay growing, full of ox eye daisies, knapweed, lady's bedstraw, orchids and the rest. Sweet-scented, alive with insects, dancing with butterflies. Once, countless acres of Wiltshire's meadows would have looked like this.
Aleksandra Czudżak (Polish, b. 1994, Wrocław, Poland) - Untitled, Graphic Design
Lupins at midnight, Iceland by Nigel Danson
“It took many years of vomiting up all the filth I’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before I was able to walk on the earth as though I had a right to be here.”
— James Baldwin, The Price of the Ticket
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Nikita Gill, from Your Heart is the Sea: Poems; "The Celebration,"
claire thompson
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