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Blvds + Alleys It is at the end of the day that we may all too often focus on the events that did not make us hopeful, that did not make us rise, and I offer a place to create and visualize these thoughts in the hopes of relinquishing them in order to make space to give and receive empathy & a common ground.

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Identity

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Under the sun, the truth rises as ever a callous endeavor. Sight reveals details in the light, that which by night are but odious/tedious wandering tasks in the mind. By day it is discovery, by evening it is a chore, the art of living altered to a routine practice of prevention. We might rather risk our lives, by what experiences we forgot, than risk the appearance of our past vitality, creases in the face. Without laughter lines, we have aged in years but have seized to comprehend the scrupulous beauty in developing laughter lines.Under the sun, the truth rises as ever a callous endeavor. Sight reveals details in the light, that which by night are but odious/tedious wandering tasks in the mind. By day it is discovery, by evening it is a chore, the art of living altered to a routine practice of prevention. We might rather risk our lives, by what experiences we forgot, than risk the appearance of our past vitality, creases in the face. Without laughter lines, we have aged in years but have seized to comprehend the scrupulous beauty in developing laughter lines.

Led are piecemeal lives characterized by unsystematic partial measures taken over a period of time. In stages we grow, by degrees we experience our temperaments level and the days of our years, we live without surface irregularities. Evening out to adjust for the dinner parties seated with the adults in mild observance of the burdensome conversations that carry in them the weight of all of life’s similar middle class experiences. Challenging each others sense of worth, however, is most notoriously a battle of ego, or a plea for love.

Nous nous amusons. Nous prétendons. Nous sommes amoureux de l’idée l’un de l’autre. Me soutenir. Me soutenir. Je vous envoie mes plus belles pensées.

Pouvez-vous les sentir? Pouvez-vous même me voir? Pouvez-vous entendre mon coeur pulser pour la vérité et le confort?

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The noblest pleasure Under the sun, the truth rises as ever a callous endeavor. Sight reveals details in the light, that which by night are but odious/tedious wandering tasks in the mind.

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Simplicity

Leonardo da Vinci “It had long since come to my attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back and let things happen to them. They went out and happened to things.” “Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.” “The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding.” “You can have no dominion greater or less than that over yourself.” Do kind people see a kinder world? I wonder.

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élite

People with advantages are loathe to believe that they just happen to be people with advantages. They come readily to define themselves as inherently worthy of what they possess; they come to believe themselves ‘naturally’ elite; and, in fact, to imagine their possessions and their privileges as natural extensions of their own elite selves. C. Wright Mills, The Power Elite

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Words hold the power to pervade the subconscious mind.

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On some of life’s ideals 

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The past did feel like a template of lost space

The past did feel like a template of lost space

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22 May 2016 I let you make me weak, but I am stronger now. This time, I am stronger. I want to help those who are hurting. I want to be strong for those I love. I want to love. I have so much love to give. 5:39pm Remind me of the way. art was my choice, but why did I choose it? Elegant, restrained, honest, true. I stood for something. Something gave me fire, gave me strength, gave me power, gave me energy. I was fighting for my life. "To create one's world in any of the arts takes courage." —Georgia O'Keeffe

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Today, I want to remember that I have something to work for, something to live for; I have a larger purpose and I am thinking critically about it.

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I sat in the sun. I dread to grow weary of a dashing sight, but stimulation of my mind is more often in words, sensations, hot cups of coffee. I long to be lost in a book, a persons eyes, a thought—

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A sense of place en temps perdue Geographic coordinates 48°51′48″N 2°20′42″E

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"The aim of art is not to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance." —Aristotle