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this wallpaper will let me sleep. but when I can’t find my way home and the coyote forgets to come, and I can’t decipher the owl from beneath all this noise, and I find myself barricaded by shards of beige, cornered by black rivers of tar, when the orange becomes pervasive, it won’t be sleep I need. I will take this wallpaper, from which I have lined my walls, and I will tear it down. Yes, this wallpaper is for me, because nobody needs wallpaper.

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This wallpaper is for... well, it’s certainly not for my grandma, she’s been spending the past few years scraping off nineties remnants off her walls. It’s not for my mom, she’s a total minimalist , and well my aunt has a thing for white walls, and my dad, well, he’s married to my mom, and the rest of the men in my life, they probably couldn’t pick out a good piece of wallpaper from right in front of their face. Well, I guess this wallpaper is for me. This wallpaper is for me, when I need to bring the night inside with me, when my lust bores too heavy and won’t let me sleep. When the full moon rousts me from my bed, beckons me outside, and I can’t say no. She weaves constellations into tree bows, and paints stories in the snow. This wallpaper is for when she sings. Tonight, come run with me, she says, The entire world is lit for you! This wallpaper will let me sleep. This wallpaper is for me, when the moon is new. When the entire sky pulses with twinkling stars, and wisps of milky blue clouds thread between them like a river whose headwaters are my bed. This wallpaper is for when my ceilings are too low. This wallpaper is for me, when the clouds come in. When the city lights bubble over a heart-beat-line of trees like a cauldron. When the soft orange glow oozes and seeps and stains a slate gray sky. This wallpaper is for me when the passing train whistles and groans and the melody ricochets off train yard metal to city concrete, off hollow trees and to the cloudy sky where it falls like a feather into my palm. This wallpaper takes it and makes me lullabies. This wallpaper is for me, when I hear the owl. When the elk makes his bed at the tip of the shadow, when the coyote trots across the field, pausing so often to look back at me, and tempt me forth, out from my blankets, out from my white walls, past a dying fire, I push back curtains, and through glass doors, into the night. This wallpaper draws back the curtains, but shuts the door. This wallpaper is for the one who bathes the icy blue of a winter moon. the one who is woken by stars in her dreams, the one who finds new stories in the sky, and rewrites old ones. Yes, I suppose this wallpaper is for me.

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Lucy Qinnuayuak ~ Inuit

Lucy Qinnuayuak (1915-1982) was an Inuit graphic artist and printmaker. Biography Qinnuayuak was born in or near Salluit, Quebec in 1915. At an early age her family moved to Baffin Island, where they settled in Cape Dorset. She was married to Tikituk Quinnuayuak as a teenager, which was arranged.

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The Heart Of The Alps, The Incredible Dolomites Mountain Range, In Photographs

Professional landscape and architecture photographer from Cologne, Germany Kilian Schönberger ventures into the wild heart of the Alps and captures the unrestrained beauty of the Dolomites rock formations. The beautiful and imposing mountain range dotted by woods with a hidden melting pot of culture and history spanning across many Mediterranean communities and several decades dating back to WWI.

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