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Claudia Cardinale, Paris.

The photo was taken by photographer Claude Azoulay in Paris in 1961, when she was sitting in a cafe on Boulevard Saint-Germain-des-Prés.

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Mid-Term Break

by Seamus Heaney

I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o'clock our neighbours drove me home. In the porch I met my father crying — He had always taken funerals in his stride — And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow. The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram When I came in, and I was embarrassed By old men standing up to shake my hand And tell me they were ‘sorry for my trouble’. Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest, Away at school, as my mother held my hand In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs. At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses. Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him For the first time in six weeks. Paler now, Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple, He lay in the four-foot box as in his cot. No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear. A four-foot box, a foot for every year.

Nicolás Guillén, Burgueses

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My Dog Tulip (2009)

Written by - J. R. Ackerley

Directed by - Paul Fierlinger

A film based on the writer's real life experience with this wild and skittish, rescued German Shepherd called Queenie (Tulip in the film). This lonely man living a public life as a BBC writer, in a time when homosexuality was criminalised in the UK, was openly homosexual and hence ostracized from the society for it, but found love and complete acceptance in an animal, whom he loved dearly.

When his dog Queenie died, he said - "I would have immolated myself as a suttee when Queenie died. For no human would I ever have done such a thing, but by my love for Queenie I would have been irresistibly compelled."

After Queenie died, he went into a deep depression and eventually died from complications borne of heavy drinking and grief.

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Warwick, England

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Love Poem

by Richard Brautigan

It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them when you don’t love them anymore.

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Yakov Khomich

From the series "Girl in the blue dress", 2024

Oil on canvas.

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Finally, Some Concrete Career Advice

by Natalie Shapero

Don’t be an actor. God observes you violent in a scene and, thinking it is real, mistakenly adds you to Hell. This happens all the time. It’s like when I traveled across eight states in shattering pain to curl beside S as she left this Earth, only to later have a dream I’d instead stayed home eating fruit cups and sewing a patch on my jeans. I didn’t know a dream could undo a true event, uncement it, but it did — from then on, I hadn’t gone, and how do I live with myself now, I ask each day —

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Irene García flies during the celebration of Semana Santa. Cuetzalan del Progreso, Mexican Magical Town (Formerly Quetzalan). 14 April 2022.

Irene García, 34, in her voladora uniform. She is part of a whole family of voladores: she met her partner on top of the pole and one of her daughters, Nikté, also joined the dance when she was 6. April 2022.

Voladores climbing on top of the pole, view from the Templo Parroquial de San Francisco de Asís. Mexican Magical Town Cuetzalan del Progreso, Puebla, Mexico. April 2022.

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