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Red-necked Grebe
by Shuhei
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”Explain yourself” followed by “stop making excuses” has always baffled me because the fuck you think explaining myself is????
Fair. This is why I don't let them explain themselves.
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Meadow in the morning ☘️
Today I had to be at work at 6 am. When I arrived at my bus stop, this beautiful sunrise landing on the meadow delighted my eyes. Sometimes I really want to live a little longer.
Meadow in the morning ☘️
Today I had to be at work at 6 am. When I arrived at my bus stop, this beautiful sunrise landing on the meadow delighted my eyes. Sometimes I really want to live a little longer.
Meadow in the morning ☘️
Today I had to be at work at 6 am. When I arrived at my bus stop, this beautiful sunrise landing on the meadow delighted my eyes. Sometimes I really want to live a little longer.
~ water is life ~
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Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What's the function of a galaxy? I don't know if our life has a purpose and I don't see that it matters. What does matter is that we're a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.
–Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven
by Evgeny Zinovy
dyed in the colour of the hills
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