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I love Andy sciazko's works. @andysciazkoart

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My worry stone from Connemara and his motto has accompanied me for so many years.

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Schau dir "Chester Bennington Hilferuf! Linkin Park" auf YouTube an

It makes me so sad.

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Go over every bridge.

You dare.

Only then will you see what to expect

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Life can be so dirty ... and what else ... use your hands and make your hands dirty and don't forget your mind.

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I stood on the edge of the cliff and had the vastness of the Atlantic in front of my eyes. In the back the stone monuments of bygone times.

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There was that day ....October 2018

We have always lived with it

With the thought of death

I was prepared for it

It didn't make it any easier, though

It ended with the flatline

That last moment

But I was there

You do that when you love

And there were so many more moments than I had ever hoped for

So many beautiful moments

And in the hardest times I think of the past happiness and can smile ... because....

It can't rain all the time. In Love.

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Blinded by beauty, I turn my gaze and see the size, the power of the landscape that surrounds me, so lonely and yet so seeming.

The effect in my heart makes me happy to be here.

Nothing can kill this feeling, this calm, not even the thought of leaving again. Because it's in my heart and I know it will always be there. Because here I am at home, listening to the music of the island, never forgetting this feeling of infinite peace and satisfaction. This country can give so much, you just have to know how to get it. My heart knows how to take beauty and leave it to the land....O' Conner's Pub, Doolin, Ireland, March 1998

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It is raining in Atlanta.

Perhaps a fitting way to begin ones re-imergance into the land of Tumblr.

I have been self quarantined for 5 days now in the guesthouse of a local family here.

They are nice.

The husband plays the French horn and the wife also plays some brass instrument, although I am yet to determine which one it is as the walls seem to be quite thick here.

Time seems to consist of momentary conversations with those on the outside followed by spells of fervent creativity or laying face down on the sofa apoplectic with grief.

Breakfast this morning consisted of eggs and mushrooms. Not foraged from the local park. Which, lets be honest, is a shame.

Happy Thursday all.

Welcome back.

[monjamotte]

René Descartes "Ego cogito, ergo sum". So I think I am.