GeÌrard DuBois
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GeÌrard DuBois
October interior - Fairfield Porter, 1963.
American , 1907-1975
Oil on canvas , 56 x 72 in.
May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude
Between the Rose-Colored Glasses
Theyâre hardly going to miss you, donât look back to Gomorrah. Thereâs a karmic relationship between me and the plethora of pettifoggers. An ironic leaf petal spinning like a helicopter, whistling whirlwind, warping through the breeze, falls onto my skin, wafting through the fabric, blasting through my membranes. I need to stop overthinking every situation. Sometimes a leaf falling is just a leafâŠ
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Hooked Rug
Lucy Trask Barnard
c1860
Still life with a plate of onions, early January, 1889. Vincent van Gogh. Oil on canvas.
Hari Alluri, from âAncestral Memoryâ, After Kwame DawesÂ
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You're the first person I thought of
Youâre the first person I thought of
âYouâre the first person I thought ofâ is generally the type of plaudit Iâd hope to hear after phrases like: âfunniest person ever,â âmost creative individual you know,â Iâve spent an embarrassing amount of time woolgathering â daydreaming over would-be encomiums about who I wish to become someday. I didnât wish those words to be used in grief. Didnât want someone to think of me when someoneâŠ
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âBut how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?â
â Neil Gaiman, Coraline