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I cultivate myself where the sun gutters from the sky,

Anne Sexton, from The Truth The Dead Know (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Portugal, Madeira island. Laundry drying on the beach near Funchal 1984, Bruno Barbey.

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AMANDA CAMENISH | SENTIMENTAL MAGAZINE

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Mars with oceans, as it appeared millions of years ago.

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The incredibly beautiful Arlene Hawkins photographed by Eve Arnold (1968)

Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.

Mary Oliver

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Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours. Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing. If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.

Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

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