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761 128th Rd, Seneca, KS 66538, USA
Acrid, burning sky above the sealing-doors.
Water Fountain but instead of bounding through the forests, they fly above the forest of Zoah
Be patient. Establish your hearts. God is coming very soon.
“We must speak out on major issues, courageously, openly and honestly, and in blunt terms of right and wrong. If We yield to blandishment or threats, if We compromise when no honorable compromise is possible, Our influence will be sadly diminished and Our prestige woefully prejudiced and weakened. Let Us not deny Our ideals of sacrifice Our right to stand as the champions of the poor, the ignorant, and the oppressed everywhere.” -H.I.M. Haile Selassie #128th #Earthlight #HaileSelassie #KingSelassie https://www.instagram.com/p/CC_Hp9BhIsg/?igshid=7smxis03w52d
The acts by which We live and the attitudes by which We act must be clear beyond question. Principals alone can endow Our deeds with force and meaning. Let Us be true to what We believe, that Our beliefs may serve and honor Us.” - H.I.M. Hails Selassie #KingSelassie #HaileSelassie #128th #Earthlight https://www.instagram.com/p/CC_GdQLBVwc/?igshid=1fuu4eb0x777a
Celebrations with family on the occasion of the 128th Birth Anniversary of Dr. B. R. Ambedkar! #birthanniversary #128th #drbabasahebambedkar #drbabasahebambedkarjayanti #brambedkar #jayanti #14thapril #mahamanav #celebrations #buddhavihar (at Ghansoli, Maharashtra, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwO7F3Dj9WFsX4Ee4bMFW7B5xfWf6aDTIWxz8w0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ene98nub4tdg
Tomorrow is Nella Larsen’s birthday. Happy 128th, my dear, sweet friend.
THANK YOU. YOU ARE THE REASON I WRITE FICTION.
@128th
This area of the city appeared distorted, lost-- loosing. Chunks of buildings hung away from their centers in perfect cubes. Lamposts remained poised even with a part of their height rubbed away. Tiles of light scattered past their edges, dotted the street and sidewalk with a starry reflection to another world’s sky. Yet the world here seem incompatible, resilient, and still held forms to this altered space. Further in, the roads steeped, and sunk. Darkness lingered beyond the sea’s touch. This digital sea swallowed the world and dragged it to its temporary depths. Modern city buildings next to broken ships and the skeletons of giant creatures held in a moment of time, likely when the waters came crashing down. The glow of a distant light lead through this new disturbed maze to the neon of a desolate bar. Letters blared in welcome. “About time you showed up.”
And like a siren, so did she. Perched atop the sign sat a familiar women. Her leg sung back at forth and she hummed a chuckle.