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ღk I'm calm, moody, deep in my abyss,talk to myself often (always) or a pinball all over the place **please no messaging for chat** An Old Soul finding things to write about...Thank you for stopping by...drop in anytime...©ღk 2012-2026~~To new and long time followers and friends...thank you for walking along this path with me.. it’s been quite the journey with you here 🤍k

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[dreamsinthyme]

mistymorrning

[terramantra]

Rain

[dreamsinthyme]

“Sleeping and naked, love me: on the shore you are like the island: your love confused, your love astonished, hidden in the cavity of dreams, is like the movement of the sea around us. And when I too begin falling asleep in your love, naked, leave my hand between your breasts so it can throb along with your nipples wet with rain.”

— excerpt from Rain (Rapa Nui) by Pablo Neruda (via floralnymph)

[jessievanworld-blog]

[jessievanworld-blog]

Amar en lo oscuro.

[pitchounette2033]

Hakuna Matata – The strange life of animals in Kenya

[silenceformysoul]

Michael Parkes - Falling

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[ewca67v]

[art-and-dream]

art photography humour by Irina Kuznetsova

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KEEP GOING

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[seasonsandlife]

Sting & Stevie Wonder - Fragile

[silenceformysoul]

Fragile…

[secretdreamlife]

[butterflyslut]

The Little She is like a tiny fragment … hiding in a corner. She comes out only subtly … to share her smiles. She’s the one who loves to play at dress up … little girl clothes that somehow still fit … look right … evoke a feeling. She’s every easy enthusiasm and impulse to laughter … the one that loves without thought … and only sees good. She is the part that still trusts … and spins stories from the air … because that’s what little girls do … tiny bits of creation … chasing butterflies. She is only a fragment … mostly hiding in her corner … kept for those able to understand such things. But she holds so much … in those tiny brave hands … that never gave up … and I love her.

[notjustcookies]

Frederic Chopin (1810-1849)

Nocturne no. 19, Op 72 no. 1

by Sviatoslav Richter (1915-1997)

[herliege-deactivated20210126]

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Another promise made.

This was Cat’s favourite Chopin Nocturne. Yes, people have those.  It’s special, even more so today.  Thanks goes to my friend for digging this version up.

This piece of music was another promise made. And I keep my promises. But there are some I might have to bend a little today, again. I know she’ll forgive me.

M. / Her Liege

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Tomorrow, it is two years ago that I posted this. Yesterday, it was three years ago that she died. 

I have no words to add today. Just be kind to each other and yourselves. Life is short.  

M. 

[butterflyslut]

Three years … it seem like yesterday … I miss her still …

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[sonsofadam]

Turntable