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good bones by maggie smith saturday . give it up for good bones by maggie smith saturday
Carmen de los Mártires, Granada, Andalusia, España
Wildflowers in bloom. Mount Rainier National Park.
One of the best shot of Total Solar Eclipse from 08-04-2024.
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Japanese artist Baku Maeda challenges nature's organic forms by producing square angles in flowers and leaves.
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You would kill a man for this bedroom
Centuripe, province in Enna, Sicily, Italy
John Steinbeck, East of Eden
[Text ID: And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good. End ID]
[ID: The poem "Imaginary Conversation" by Linda Pastan in its entirety, as it appears on Poetry.org (link here). It reads:
"You tell me to live each day / as if it were my last. This is in the kitchen / where before coffee I complain / of the day ahead—that obstacle race / of minutes and hours, / grocery stores and doctors.
"But why the last? I ask. Why not / live each day as if it were the first— / all raw astonishment, Eve rubbing / her eyes awake that first morning, / the sun coming up / like an ingénue in the east?
"You grind the coffee / with the small roar of a mind / trying to clear itself. I set / the table, glance out the window / where dew has baptized every / living surface."
End of description.]
by Oleg Bogdanov