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art blog(derogatory)

Kaledo Art
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One Nice Bug Per Day
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Not today Justin
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Xuebing Du
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Whiffling is a term used in ornithology to describe the behavior whereby a bird rapidly descends with a zig-zagging, side-slipping motion. Sometimes to whiffle, a bird flies briefly with its body turned upside down but with its neck and head twisted 180 degrees around in a normal position. The aerodynamics which usually give a bird lift during flying are thereby inverted and the bird briefly plummets toward the ground before this is quickly reversed and the bird adopts a normal flying orientation.
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Creamy Garlic Shrimp With Parmesan – Easy Keto Recipe
Ready for a decadent keto dinner of Creamy Garlic Shrimp with Parmesan? This easy one-pan recipe includes plump seared shrimp in a rich and melty parmesan sauce topped with fresh basil. How-to video included.
I love you
I love the way you hug and smell and grip and climb
I love your clawing little hands and giggling smiles
I love dropping my expectations to be in the moment with you
I love your uneven teeth and want for connection
I love your laugh and loudness and boldness
I love the stories you tell
I love the songs you invent and dance to in the yard
I love when you wake up early, independent, sitting downstairs all on your own with a pilfered snack and screen
I love your resourcefulness
I love how you problem solve
I love how fast your heart beats in every hug
My heart breaks when you're genuinely sad
And heats when you're dramatic and flailing and making a show of it
I am so afraid for you every day
And so hopeful of you every day
Because my love is not fragile I'm never annoyed for long
I'm never angry
I know I can shout but I can also pluck you up and scoop you away and wrestle you still
And someday you'll be too big
To cup you in my hands like a little bird
And I'll have to trust that you can fly yourself
No one taught me how to teach you
And it's not you, it's me I'm afraid will fail
Because I've a contract between your soul and mine
Not to tell you who you are
But to be a soft place to land
And I am made of spikes.
I love you
I love the way you hug and smell and grip and climb
I love your clawing little hands and giggling smiles
I love dropping my expectations to be in the moment with you
I love your uneven teeth and want for connection
I love your laugh and loudness and boldness
I love the stories you tell
I love the songs you invent and dance to in the yard
I love when you wake up early, independent, sitting downstairs all on your own with a pilfered snack and screen
I love your resourcefulness
I love how you problem solve
I love how fast your heart beats in every hug
My heart breaks when you're genuinely sad
And heats when you're dramatic and flailing and making a show of it
I am so afraid for you every day
And so hopeful of you every day
Because my love is not fragile I'm never annoyed for long
I'm never angry
I know I can shout but I can also pluck you up and scoop you away and wrestle you still
And someday you'll be too big
To cup you in my hands like a little bird
And I'll have to trust that you can fly yourself
No one taught me how to teach you
And it's not you, it's me I'm afraid will fail
Because I've a contract between your soul and mine
Not to tell you who you are
But to be a soft place to land
And I am made of spikes.