Another world

Daisy - she/her/ella - Late leaf

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Hi, I'm Daisy. I'm 21 years old and I use she/her/ella pronouns. Butcher, baker, candlestick maker. A child of many mothers.

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Morning Blossom

by Mahmoud Farshchian (Iranian, 1930-2025)

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アオバト（White-bellied green-pigeon）

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Rural Ireland in the 1950s/60s by John Hinde

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Mounir Fatmi

From “Casablanca Circles” in the “Kissing Circles” series

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“Maybe it was the smell of ripe tomatoes, or the oriole singing, or that certain slant of light on a yellow afternoon and the beans hanging thick around me. It just came to me in a wash of happiness that made me laugh out loud, startling the chickadees who were picking at the sunflowers, raining black and white hulls on the ground. I knew it with a certainty as warm and clear as the September sunshine. The land loves us back. She loves us with beans and tomatoes, with roasting ears and blackberries and birdsongs. By a shower of gifts and a heavy rain of lessons. She provides for us and teaches us to provide for ourselves. That’s what good mothers do.”

— Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass

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Vincent van Gogh The Rocks, July 1888 Oil on canvas The Museum of Fine Arts, Houston

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ヤマガラ

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ꜱᴀʀᴀʜ ᴊᴀɴᴇ ꜱᴍɪᴛʜ ɪɴ "ᴘʏʀᴀᴍɪᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀʀꜱ"

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iron gate doors in new york.

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Hausu ハウス’ (1977) dir. Nobuhiko Ōbayashi

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Iguaçu Falls lies on the border of Brazil and Argentina, where the Guaçu River pours off a basalt plateau in 275 separate cascades.

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The Hunters in the Snow by Pieter Bruegel the Elder

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These people deny that we have the right to live in Germany. And besides that, Zionism represents a rejection of everything we believe in. There were many things I objected to in Emmanuel, your grandfather. I felt he was too conciliatory, too eager to cater to all sides. But he once put his life, his freedom, and his reputation on the line for an idea. Like us, he fought on two fronts: against his Jewish brethren who were behind the times, and for equal rights for Jews. Did your grandfather ever tell you how he saw excited young Germans kick the gates of the ghetto and open them for good?

Effingers by Gabriele Tergit, English translation by Sophie Duvernoy