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Rain 🌧️, smell of coffee in the morning ☕, warm clothes in cold weather 🧣, wet pavements ☔ She/Her

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Et si nous avons pleuré ensemble ce jour de septembre où nous nous sommes quittés c'est qu'on savait que l'infinie tendresse, la mémoire et le téléphone mobile sont peu de choses contre la distance — que tout allait changer. Il est parti.

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I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.

Charles Bukowski, Betting on the Muse: Poems and Stories

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"let Mother carve your face"

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[miniaturetimemachinewhispers]

You think I'm playing at some game? You think iron will keep you safe? Hear my words, manling. Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath. Listen. You cannot hurt me. You cannot run or hide. In this I will not be defied.

I swear by all the salt in me: if you run counter to my desire, the remainder of your brief mortal span will be an orchestra of misery.

I swear by stone and oak and elm: I'll make a game of you. I'll follow you unseen and smother any spark of joy you find. You'll never know a woman's touch, a breath of rest, a moment's peace of mind.

And I swear by the night sky and the ever-moving moon: if you lead my master to despair, I will slit you open and splash around like a child in a muddy puddle. I'll string a fiddle with your guts and make you play it while I dance. You are an educated man. You know there are no such things as demons. There is only my kind. You are not wise enough to fear me as I should be feared. You do not know the first note of the music that moves me.

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I hope every single bee finds a nice flower today.