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The reunion

Finally together; feeling alone. Once a friend, now a stranger, I'm missing my home.

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Familiar ground

It was; but is now gone. It can, it could, be once again. We have changed; but our fervent remains. Lest not continue on uncertain, in vain. I was lost; but now am found. What once was unstable is now sound. Tread again my familiar ground; let our hearts reunite abound. 18.3.18 Dringler

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Jeff Wall A Sudden Gust of Wind (after Hokusai) 1993 transparency in light box, unique state

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René Magritte

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Yoshida Hiroshi, Kurobe River, 1926 (source).

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One can never ask anyone to change a feeling.

Susan Sontag, “As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh” (via misswallflower)

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A letter to L.

My dearest heart, Words cannot begin to mend our feelings, but know this; I did, I do, I always shall think of you and wish for your happiness. This love has no bounds, it will remain unmoved; nothing has changed. 'I love you' doesn't seem to express our feelings anymore, how about 'I am you', for that is how I feel, we cannot be separated, only in physical form, and by others' summaries. I care not, though I am hurt, for I am you, always.

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Scared is what you’re feeling. Brave is what you’re doing.

Emma Donoghue, “Room” (via misswallflower)

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Barely

Barely, I am holding, On to better, Things can only, Get better from, Here. How far have I, Come on since We, Met. Expectations of, Self belief.

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The Secret Garden

You don’t quite know me as well as you once did; but that’s okay.

I admit sometimes I even struggle to recognise myself anymore nowadays.

Something wild inside me has flourished out of sight, filling every corner of my being.

Meadows of self belief spread relentlessly, glistening with posies made of self love, pride and admiration.

And as I tumble through this uncharted field it occurs to me that I just might have found myself a little more than ever before;

I am the Gardener, and this is my land.

You could be my Horticulturalist.

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Amy Bessone, Saint (No. 27), 2013, ceramic, 16,5 × 9,5 × 8,9 cm

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