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[wemhall]

Glacier Skiing

In the summer of ‘87, my folks visited us in Germany. We had a grand time touring Germany, Austria, Northern Italy and Switzerland. One of the highlights was Glacier Skiing at Sölden, Austria and then afterwards, hanging at the Lodge drinking bier, while Cathy worked on her tan. On our first tour in Germany from ‘79-83, Mom and Dad visited once for a vacation in the summer of 1982. I was a…

[bungamakrifat]

Tentang Kamu

(Sebuah tulisan lama yang ingin kuabadikan) Malu sekali rasanya, ketika lagi-lagi aku gagal menyembunyikan perasaanku dan bersembunyi dari mengisahkanmu. Iya, ini tentangmu pria dingin. Aku tak bisa berkata tidak rindu, meski sebenarnya aku tidak boleh begitu. Maafkan aku. Maafkan karena gadis bodoh yang sedang mencoba memahami dien-Nya lebih dalam ini, malah belum juga bisa mengendalikan hati.…

[sonjatwogreyhounds]

the #sighthound #bulletin

[shanna254]

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[ddonovanrp]

I also found this photo that Keiran sent me. Mira wanted a bike like her Uncle Dam-n and she had to have it. Happy 5th birthday from Uncle D, Aunt Emilia and Dash. I hope it was a good day Kiddo. __________________________________ -> 1.17.2018 -> #OldStory #Keiran #Mira

[wemhall]

Grandma’s Umbrella

Last week it rained pretty heavily one day. Late at night I took Carmen out to do her business and it was still raining. I grabbed one of our umbrellas and as I opened it, thought of Grandma Grubaugh. I’d given her the umbrella as a young man. It returned to me when she passed away.  I remember as a child, we kids would give Grandma and Grandpa Grubaugh some sort of homemade Christmas gift, or…

[qrakity]

i love how my grandmother talks about her childhood stories. i feel like as if i’m living in the moment.

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Nell'ora più calda, i raggi e la luce del sole dissolvono i confini delle curve che delineano il suo corpo e quelli della città desolata che è invasa dalle fiamme, che è un rogo in cui la sua anima ardente danza. Le fiamme diramano dalla sfera celeste verso il suo corpo, penetrano l'epidermide, raggiungiungono il tessuto muscolare, poi le sue viscere fino ad arrivare nel mezzo del petto, incendiando il suo cuore pulsante di sangue, dolore, rabbia, passione ed amore. Si lascia inghiottire dal ricordo. E tutto continua a bruciare, senza resa, nello spazio dimensionale, tra realtà e memoria. . . Porta temporale nel ricordo, Lo specchio di Tina & Fogli Bruciati sparsi , Autoritratto, biografia. #noir #noirphotography #oldcanon #oldstories #loveburns #bnwmagazine #bnwselfportrait #memories #selfportraitstudio #selfportrait #autoritratto #photomagazine #bnw_vision #storytelling #bnwphotography #bnwportrait #desire #solitude #passion #record #timedilation #paralleldimension #betweenrealityanddream #throughmylens #lospecchioditina https://www.instagram.com/p/B1ItKMFImbT/?igshid=15aekwwl5rlgh

[kyliesmusings419]

Ivory Keys

    It all started on Aug. 1, 1928,when the world had crashed down upon ladies in elegant gowns and men in well-fitted suits.  They came from miles to dance to the most beautiful melodies, created by graceful fingers flying across the ivory keys.

On this night one particular man had dressed the colour of shadow. The man had on a mask of black, this raised no alarm to any of the other masked guests. He had hid in dark corners where light vanished, he had the eyes of a spurned man. A man who had his heart ripped out of is chest and replaced with a cold lump of coal. The man had his eyes set on the woman playing the piano, she was bound to be the victim, for she was the one who crushed this man’s soul.

    The woman playing the piano was Anna Black, the most resound pianist in Great Britain. She was a woman of exquisite beauty, raven hair fell in soft waves down her back, with only a few strands pinned in an elegant rose shape, at the back of her head. Anna had innocent eyes that sparkled a pale green. She had skin the colour of milk, with just the slightest rose blush.  Her gown was white with a tight bodice covered in a thousand stars, which shimmered in the warm ballroom light. The gown twisted at her hip and flowed down in thick, silky, waves. She was truly breathtaking.

The man stared at her. She was the only woman without a mask, yet she still would have stood out. The passion and fire Anna had was extraordinary, she was a natural born goddess of song. The midnight piano had shimmering gold writing, and the ivory keys seemed to play on their own accord as her fingers danced across them.

The man stalked toward his prey, barely breathing. His black cloak swayed to the music. He moved closer and closer yet, no one paid him any heed. The man was mere inches from the piano. He could smell her perfume.

The next few moments were a blur. A scream, the sound of music stopping with an abrupt  thunk; the falling of a body and total chaos. The piano’s glossy keys stained in a dark crimson. Some would say that the blood looked like tears trickling down the ivory keys.

Some would say that after that, the piano was cursed. People deemed the grand instrument unplayable, because Anna’s soul was trapped inside, and if anyone dared play a single key it awaken Anna from her deep slumber.

    Years later the piano still sat in the same spot; it’s grace and beauty  ebbed away. The glossy midnight black, had faded to a dark gray. The cobwebs that encased it were the only ornamentation left. The gold embroidery had long ago faded to the colour of brass. The words had fallen off and now they were no  longer legible. Abandonment was the only song that played from the broken keys.

    The only tune the faded piano played was the ghost of past memories, rot had claimed it and now the ivory teeth were black, some were even lost. The fingerprints of passion and elegance  wiped away and forgotten by years of dust, water, and decay.

No one would ever play the instrument that was long forgotten, and destroyed. The music notes were written in a forgotten language no one could decipher, so there the piano stood in its faded glory with only dead memories to keep it company.

[anomadscause]

Amidst all the extra things that has been being brought to my👤#attention recently, I can’t help but wonder why or #what it is that makes it so— Especially considering #theFact: That I had #music out (or whatever) #AtOneTime and NOBODY was really digging or gravitating to it and yet "”#theAirs”" would want me to believe that it’s about a matter of "#Buzz" or some #nextLevel #derivative or the sort— Would ANYONE like to try to #Guess (that was a plug'😑) how long that that means that I’ve been ""#Hot”” or “”#On”” on and off over the last two decades..? .."?" 😁😆😅’.. 'Definitely fits those #OldStories or "”#Lies”" or whatever - that yah’ or THEY or Whomever .. or Whatever ?!🧐” use to tell_ #ReallyLit.. Uhmm.. and🤦🏾‍♂️‘it’s NOT exactly #fun in ANY way.(🤕) :#theMarchOfTheUsers. .. .and the ones in charge of keeping me at bay. ______________________________ 🧐🙄‘I blame #TV… and #Paris[!] for theIdea°.. ______________________________ "How am I (am STILL) theBadGuy..?" _[Really👤Asking]_ ;Or rather, why does the supposed “”#Outside[R]”” influence only make me want to #ExpressViolence..😑? -and yah’ can just go ahead and chalk that up to (the REAL thing being spoke of when people speak of) #ClimateChange too, cause it’s #notAnExaggeration.😞 **whether they know it or not** "¿¿WhatChanged??" ..#theVillageIdiots already whispering about taking it from me - whatever "#It" may be. —theRest, I’m just trying not to jinx myself. #CyberSpace / #theInternet knowing EXTREMELY well by now that I don’t know anything about the dealings between or surrounding or involving #theMovers beyond what I needed to know in order to leave it alone and such— :#Remember(s)?!" ..make it seem like ANY type of progress from my side of doing things is bad enough for my opposition|adversaries that they tryna get it down to a #science.. .and I already know what happens then_ . 🤷🏾‍♂️‘can’t really say that I’m running or trying to run from much of anything anymore (at this😶point).. especially with the way that the Language is all broken down (like "Broken"), if nothing else— . ..but that’s a whole'nother'story.”🤭😒 _____________ theLiteVersion° *BotchedTitleArt* https://www.instagram.com/p/CmaRbNmJ4gz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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