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Getting one last nude post in before the 17th

Tale à la Hoffmann by Paul Klee by Paul Klee, Modern and Contemporary Art

The Berggruen Klee Collection, 1984 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Watercolor, graphite, and transferred printing ink on paper bordered with metallic foil, mounted on cardboard

http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/483143

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Violoncello by Jean Baptiste Vuillaume, Musical Instruments

Gift of Dr. Peter Blos, 1984 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Spruce and maple

http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/505461

thankuforthecoffee

My heart says yes but my vocal range says no

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Black-capped Chickadee #blackcappedchickadee #chickadee #birds #birding #birdsofinstagram #birds_captures #birds_illife #falmouth #capecod #feather_perfection #nuts_about_birds #rsa_nature_birds #bns_birds #your_best_birds #kings_birds #udog_feathers #snap_wildlife #birdwatching (at Falmouth, Massachusetts) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrYX-Uphlwe/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1a63ov49e9c9w

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Tomcat’s Turf by Paul Klee by Paul Klee, Modern and Contemporary Art

The Berggruen Klee Collection, 1984 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Watercolor, gouache, and oil on gesso on two sections of fabric mounted on cardboard

http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/483131

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December 14th, 2018

Three days remain

@staff let the countdown begin

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Barred Owl. They have some of the most expressive personalities of the Raptors that I’ve handled.

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The giant spider’s poison ability doesn’t involve biting you. It involves inviting you to a charming dinner at its mansion in the woods and slipping arsenic into your tea.

myotishia

This sweet girl is Cindy. She’s 20 years and six months old and she lives in Wales with my nan. They live in a quiet village, in a bungalow next to a farmers field. She spends her day watching the squirrels, cuddling and sleeping in warm spots. She may be old, slow and deaf but the other neighbourhood cats are terrified of her. We have no idea why. Cats who see her sunbathing in the garden will desperately try not to wake her from her slumber even though she barely gives them an uninterested look if they do. I see her as the kind old lady that will bake you cookies but the older people around you speak in whispers about her and the teens who egged her house one year and were never seen again.