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is this thing on? 

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knock knock 

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Bruce Springsteen in a black leather jacket, in 1978.

Photo by Lynn Goldsmith

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is it sweater weather yet

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Andy Goldsworthy - Line to follow colour in stones St. Abbs, Scotland, 31 May 1985.

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NEVER NOT ME 

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for my next iteration,

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Candomble festival on the beach

Location: Salvador, Brazil

Photographer: Anne Menke 

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NONE were left now to unname, and yet how close I felt to them when I saw one of them swim or fly or trot or crawl across my way or over my skin, or stalk me in the night, or go along beside me for a while in the day. They seemed far closer than when their names had stood between myself and them like a clear barrier: so close that my fear of them and their fear of me became one same fear. And the attraction that many of us felt, the desire to feel or rub or caress one another’s scales or skin or feathers or fur, taste one another’s blood or flesh, keep one another warm, that attraction was now all one with the fear, and the hunter could not be told from the hunted, nor the eater from the food.

Le Guin, “She Unnames Them” 

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A playlist featuring Laura Marling, Angel Olsen, Eno • Hyde, and others

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Remember how the family secret burned your ears the first time you heard it?

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