featherinthemeadow
Heart in a broken clock
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I read, write, draw, sing and wonder. I love too many things. Translation student. 24, Italy, infp
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featherinthemeadow · 2 years ago
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Liguria, Italy
August days.
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featherinthemeadow · 2 years ago
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Ancient wells, rolling hills
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featherinthemeadow · 3 years ago
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Somewhere in Northern Italy,
24.04.2022
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featherinthemeadow · 3 years ago
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A March day in Northern Italy
13.03.2022
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featherinthemeadow · 3 years ago
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Dr. Goodsir - a character study.
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featherinthemeadow · 3 years ago
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"There is wonder here, Captain."
Goodsir - a character study
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featherinthemeadow · 3 years ago
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"Explorers are made of hope."
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featherinthemeadow · 3 years ago
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Venezia,
18.01.2022
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featherinthemeadow · 3 years ago
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Old man and the sea.
Trieste, Italy, 16.12.2021
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featherinthemeadow · 3 years ago
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There will be poems.
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featherinthemeadow · 3 years ago
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And then we danced.
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featherinthemeadow · 3 years ago
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You inherit the autumns, folded like festive clothing in the memories of poets.
-R.M. Rilke
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featherinthemeadow · 3 years ago
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Golden October light
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featherinthemeadow · 3 years ago
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"There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all. Since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes? Let be."
-Hamlet (W. Shakespeare)
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featherinthemeadow · 3 years ago
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There’s no sickness, toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go.
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featherinthemeadow · 3 years ago
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1917
A character study
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featherinthemeadow · 3 years ago
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No longer Summer, and not Autumn yet.
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