Julz Pics

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[the-silent-troubadour]

do not squander the sweetness of youth for it is such a fleeting moment jS

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[icreatewhatibelieve]

Start today with a little experiment. Smile at everyone you meet. Today expect something good to happen to you no matter what occurred yesterday. Realize the past no longer holds you captive. It can only continue to hurt you if you hold on to it. Let the past go. A simply abundant world awaits.

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[the-silent-troubadour]

a second starts seeing one has ended a breath is lost as one is found one life beginning one slipping past a laugh is heard a mournful cry is known a night begins as new day is born a love is forgotten a new one ignites all that is for all is a circle all perpetual jS

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[the-silent-troubadour]

Postcard from Amsterdam 01 by JACAC on @deviantart

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Bob Seger - Against the Wind  

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Arthur Rackham

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Arthur Rackham (1867-1939) - Ondine perdue dans le Danube

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Lucia Coghetto

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Kai McCall

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Burning Down the House - Talking Heads

My house’s out of the ordinary That’s might don’t want to hurt nobody Some things sure can sweep me off my feet Burning down the house No visible means of support and you have not seen nuthin’ yet Everything’s stuck together I don’t know what you expect starring into the TV set Fighting fire with fire

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Talking Heads | ‘Take Me to the River’

More Songs About Buildings and Food (1978)

[the-silent-troubadour]

they make no sense to me now these words that flow from pen to paper the words that ran like escaped captors into the light at first thought at first attempt sounding so eloquent looking so taut scrawled in black against the white these words they make no sense to me now jS

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Joni Mitchell

[the-silent-troubadour]

a part of it all the air what waifs through outstretched hands between the fingers and thumb some mornings sun upon your skin the warmth of its glow nights moon in quarter tune of your shadows dance with the moon in full rain observing it from a distance it’s scent awakening part of you from within the tall grass at the edge of your fingers the perfumed earth that stirs your senses all that you are a part of all that is a part of you jS

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[the-silent-troubadour]

her green eyes with the dark pools how i long to once again know of their depth her voice now but a silent whisper yet it awakens such a wanting jS

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