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The American spirit lives! 🇺🇸 and goes on

From sea to shining sea, America -- Land of the Free ❤️

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"Alles kündet dich an! Erscheinet die herrliche Sonne Folgst du, so hoff' ich es, bald."

Goethe, Gegenwart

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The Curse of Utaho 2

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You tend me from afar To you, the world is so pale showing me how cold it is in the center of my palm, your embers are scattered across my heart as they cool into my soul that cold knowledge that dignifies us that makes our lives worth without count anterior to every experience, every living piece of knowledge -- all of this is useless to me now. You are the hearth of my heart The song of autumn The dignity of being human.

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Brandon Wilson on Flickr

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Mexou on Flickr

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"Womit du liebend meine Seele fülltest Und mich auf ewig vor mir selbst verschöntest."

Goethe, Sie Kann nicht Enden

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"Ich mag vom heut'gen Tag dir nichts vertrauen, Wie sich im Sinnen, Wünschen, Wähnen, Wollen Mein treues Herz zu dir hinüberwendet."

Goethe, Die Liebende Abermals

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"Und ihr Kuss war Himmelsbrot, Glühend wie der Wein."

Goethe, Der neue Amadis

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Seascape

William Trost Richards

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Healing requires so much space, and patience, and understanding we only can receive by ourselves.

It's a thankless wonder that such intimacy exists between the self and God, how extraordinarily forgiving and vindicating the human will is.

We may think of our souls as ghosts of a previous glory we feel homesick for and wander the earth is search of it -- the dignity of existence, perfect love.

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I twinkle in existence and my face is dewy from tears barely present, thoughtless the gentlest sorrow is in my heart, ancient whispering through the blood of my ears, something much greater than I am offers me heritage human belonging in time in nature the justice of being human.

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Trauma is fixed out of time it creates a whole new plane into life and forces everything to exist within it, to have a relationship with it this is how I know the years passed are real, otherwise, I could believe I could have appeared months ago The heart never forgets, and who will comfort it?

It takes being meek and forgetting myself calling myself back to the moment in an incomprehensible way, the faintest voice whispers without words, "aren't you glad to be alive?"