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Kirsten Buccigrossi

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I will wander through the pines and make my way to nature's shrines. #lordhuron #squirescastle #waterdroplet #nature #trailrun #clevelandmetroparks (at Squire's Castle) https://www.instagram.com/p/B66kCcBJba5/?igshid=6ro8butv7twj

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I always hope. #hope #cle (at Foyer) https://www.instagram.com/p/B625HfnJvU-/?igshid=hpomlrf3rwg7

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Who dog-eared the library book? It wasn't me, although I can see why they did. #charlessimic #streetlight #autumn #autumnnight #poem #poetry https://www.instagram.com/p/B4JCOpHp3H_/?igshid=16cppe8amwm03

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Or.

Why is everything either before or after? The best is in the or.

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Marilyn. #marilynmonroe #bathroomart #vibe (at Vibe Bar + Patio) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2GKnGTpIqQ/?igshid=snm1uzhb1vf2

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The City Slicker's Guide to Reading Nooks, Outdoor Edition #books #read #readingnook #cityliving #cityslicker #greenspace https://www.instagram.com/p/B1w6ONwJZqe/?igshid=12jvb4p90hgvt

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Just because you won doesn’t mean you did a good job (and vice versa).

Seth Godin

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Swipe Left State of Affairs

The current swipe left state of affairs makes a person more likely to slice their finger on the cracked screen of their phone than get a papercut from turning the page of a book.

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Carry awareness.

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Take a lonely road to blaze a trail.

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You know you're beautiful, but that ain't half the gold treasure in your soul that you got...so please, don't let me fall.

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How do you keep your head down but your chin up?

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Perspective is a function of experience.

Brene Brown - Braving the Wilderness

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Hunched back. Slow gait. I see him a couple of times a week Walking down the long drive to his mailbox. Who am I to send him a card so he's guaranteed a worthwhile trip? What would I say?

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Be aware of your wake.

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Glory

Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man. It happens to nearly everyone. You can feel it growing or preparing like a fuse burning toward dynamite. It is a feeling in the stomach, a delight of the nerves, of the forearms. The skin tastes the air, and every deep-drawn breath is sweet. Its beginning has the pleasure of a great stretching yawn; it flashes in the brain and the whole world glows outside your eyes. A man may have lived all his life in the grey, and the land and trees of him dark and somber. The events, even the important ones, may have trooped by faceless and pale. And then - the glory - so that cricket song sweetens his ears, the smell of earth rises chanting to his nose, and dappling light under a tree blesses his eyes. Then a man pours outward, a torrent of him, and yet he is not diminished. And I guess a man’s importance in the world can be measured by the quality and number of his glories. It is a lonely thing but it relates us to the world. It is the mother of all creativeness, and it sets each man separate from all other men. At such a time it seems natural and good to me to ask these questions. What do I believe in? What must I fight for and what must I fight against? -John Steinbeck, East of Eden

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Mornings like this, I seriously consider starting a Sunrise Coffee Club. Brainstorming now. In the meantime, here's a coffee fact of the day: "Caffè Americano or Americano is a type of coffee drink prepared by diluting an espresso with hot water, giving it a similar strength to, but different flavor from, traditionally brewed coffee. The strength of an Americano varies with the number of shots of espresso and the amount of water added." (@wikipedia) #americano #coffee #espresso #detroitshoreway #thisiscle #Cleveland #coffeeclub #clevelandcoffee (at Gypsy Beans & Baking Co.) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxZ2vWbJ0UB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=5fa8yikk3blx