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wispiest mists
Flora's stone cottage sits within a cluster of white birches where the wispiest mists drift. Her work begins at dawn. She dresses in rainboots, a bucket hat, and a rain cloak all with a matching sunflower print. Then she flutters over to the shed to get her silk mist catching bag. She circles between the trees letting the wind inflate the opening to draw the mist in. The bag doesn't seem to be catching anything at all. Flora realizes it's been a full season since she's had the silk mist catcher enchanted. She'll need to make a trip to the Mage's.
The mage, Herald, dwells in a tree house 100 meters in the air, whose tree stump sits 400 meters away. She has been avoiding the visit, the last time she was in she made a fool of herself getting stuck in the one clump of branches on the very sparsely branched tree. But worse, she had knocked the egg of the golden owl's nest to the grown which shattered. |
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| Henry Louis Gates |
For as long as I can remember, I have been passionately intrigued by 'Africa,' by the word itself, by its flora and fauna, its topographical diversity and grandeur; but above all else, by the sheer variety of the colors of its people, from tan and sepia to jet and ebony. |
| Vidya Balan |
The stakes are high on every film now because there's the opening weekend. The first week is extremely crucial; increasingly, films are being judged in terms of opening day, opening weekend, then first week. People are going berserk promoting their films. |
| Billy Graham |
Tears shed for self are tears of weakness, but tears shed for others are a sign of strength. |
| Eden Ahbez |
Some white people hate black people, and some white people love black people, some black people hate white people, and some black people love white people. So you see it's not an issue of black and white, it's an issue of Lovers and Haters. |
| Malcolm X |
No, we are not anti-white. But we don't have time for the white man. The white man is on top already, the white man is the boss already... He has first-class citizenship already. So you are wasting your time talking to the white man. We are working on our own people. |
| Harriet Ann Jacobs |
But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor, watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning; and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns. |
| Jean Ingelow |
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away. |
| Debby Ryan |
Every Thanksgiving, we all write down three things we're thankful for and put them in a hat. Then we pass the hat around the dinner table and everyone has to guess who wrote what! |
| Balthus |
One must always draw, draw with the eyes, when one cannot draw with a pencil. |
| e. e. cummings |
A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long. |
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In a small town, a cafe sits next to a lingerie boutique, displaying their personalities through their storefronts. Helga has been fitting bras and stocking the panty trends for decades, but business has waned over the years. She doesn’t remember how long ago Newton opened the cafe. She recalls being in her twenties, pretending to stock the storefront each day before lunch in hopes of catching a glimpse of the freshly baked goods he'd haul in for the afternoon special, and admire how with each step his dark hair would bounce into his eyes. Though she'd have liked to get to know him, she feared she could never hold a friendly interaction without any suggestiveness due to her association with lingerie, the only part of her identity he could be aware of. Thus, she avoided any chance to, for fear of coming on too strong and face rejection.
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I had a dream that I was climbing around what seemed like a mix of a climbing gym and a playground structure for kids. It was bigger than some houses. I was following this guy who said he had chosen me to move into the house (play structure?) and I was like "oh... okay". I moved in and suddenly I had a kid or something and I told it to go outside and clean something but it was afraid of the white noise in the wind and the leaves in the trees outside. It was getting dark and I was trying to explain that the trees didn't want to hurt the kid but he didn't get it.
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"Yeah, well, now that I'm working here you'll get to know her!" Katherine gives Alexandria a smooch on the forehead and returns behind the counter.
"Ms. Helga, what's your favorite word?" Alexandria asks without looking away from her coloring.
"My favorite word? I'll have to think about that, what's your favorite word?"
"Oh, well if I'm telling you then it will be harder for you to think about it, but it's okay, I'll keep coloring until your ready."
Helga found this very amusing to hear coming from such a tiny person and marveled at her talent for being assertive yet polite and most of all consid...
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But i dont care about society. I care first and foremost about myself because I am willing to shed the unnecessary. After me comes my family but if my family isn't willing to shed the fat of american culture then theres only so much I can do. They dont have to live in a rain forest with me but if they want to I will help them.
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I'm catching up on walk thoughts here. I think the elves should deliver plants to Roberta's porch after they become friends. Maybe there are some special plants from the land beyond their portal.
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I had some dream about my house catching on fire and then some other dream where I was having a wedding in my parents driveway and I fell over and collapsed or something. There was also a secret mine track in the woods that led to a hidden forest pool area.
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"Kaleidoscopic, fantastic images surged in on me, alternating, variegated, opening and then closing themselves in circles and spirals, exploding in colored fountains, rearranging and hybridizing themselves in constant flux." LSD
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actually not but i just saw a fb post where this lasy said shes 'white girl excited' lol
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I'm thinking about how cool it would be to be able to draw graphs and stuff and put them in posts on here but I don't know how to do that effectively. I liked the idea of not hosting the images and just AJAX loading the images on pageload when there are links in the post but this apparently doesn't work because of the same-origin policy which exists to prevent some security issues.
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Stupid Labor Day; now I have to wait a full week to watch the leftovers season finale.
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