Clouds and smoke from the California wildfires this past weekend.
The sun and water had this weird sort’ve moment amidst sunset.
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Yet for all its coldness,
there’s a tenderness in winter too, making us cover
what we can no longer bare.
Carole Glasser Langille, from “Next Month Snow,” In Cannon Cave (Brick Books, 1997)
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“ You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody. ”
Maya Angelou. (via uako)
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I crave the side of you that you don’t show to anyone else.
(via confusingmisery)
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Reclining Nude by Arthur B. Carles 1935
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