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Happy 4th of July, my beloved american friends.
Today I’m thinking of the America I’ve always admired: courageous, generous, open-minded, and built on the belief that freedom and democracy are promises to be renewed every day.
These may not be easy times, but maybe that makes this day even more meaningful. A country’s greatness is not measured by the loudest voices, but by the decency, humanity, and courage of those who still believe in its best ideals.
So today I celebrate you, and all the Americans who know that patriotism should never be about anger, but about responsibility, fairness, hope, and freedom.
With affection, Happy Independence Day. Fab
Nancy Wilson - jeff diffner
Robert Altman Kris Kristofferson, Monterey, CA 1970
"The desire to be fucked-up probably leaves you, but the desire to be high never does." Kris Kristofferson
Taken from the Empire State Building (looking south at night), 1946.
Photo: Todd Webb via toddwebbarchive.com
Girl kissing Char Pei, New York City, 1980 - by Harold Feinstein (1931 - 2015), American
Photo by Brian Day
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“A ‘complete’ life does not consist in a theoretical completeness, but in the fact that one accepts, without reservation, the particular fatal tissue in which one finds oneself embedded, and that one tries to make sense of it or to create a cosmos from the chaotic mess into which one is born.”
–Carl Jung, Letters: Volume 2, 1951-1961
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