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addictedtostorytelling · 8 months ago

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Hi AJ! I’m sorry if you’ve been asked this before but I couldn’t find anything like this 😅 as an old GSR fan I’ve always thought their ending in 9.10 was perfect, even if I missed them on the show, it just felt so right. So I was a little upset when Sara returned sans Grissom and I tend to ignore the divorce thing and all that came with it because imo the two of them in Costa Rica after everything they went through just made so much sense to me. So I was wondering what you think would have been their ultimate ending, like if Sara hadn’t returned and they stayed together around the globe until, idk, they both returned for the show’s finale together. Like what would life have been for them then? I know that’s way AU but it’s honestly how I sometimes want to think of them, even if I loved the finale and their return in CSI Vegas. Sorry for the lengthy question 😳 thank you so much for all your writing and meta, I’m a huge fan too! 🤍

hi, anon!

thank you for your kind words! i'm so glad you enjoy my stuff.

re: your question:

i'm very much with you in feeling like the reunion in episode 09x10 "one to go" was the natural conclusion to the gsr canon storyline.

while of course i don't begrudge jorja fox returning to work on the show—her career, her call—from a storytelling perspective, i also, like you, wish grissom and sara could have remained together off-screen for the duration of the show, only returning for the series finale.

there is no part of sara's or gsr's story from episode 09x10 "one to go" on that i would lament the loss of could we swap it out for them getting to keep their happy ending in the rainforest (and never having to go through that godawful, nonsensical divorce).

that said, i will admit: i honestly have never given much thought to imagining what might have happened had sara never returned to the lab in s10.

my personal "ignoring the later seasons of show canon" happy place au actually starts a bit earlier, in s8, based on the premise of "what if sara never left vegas to begin with?" so that's where i spend most of my daydreaming hours.

that so, i'm afraid i don't have a particularly well thought-out or cogent answer to your question.

there are probably lots of ways that scenario could play out satisfactorily.

to offer a few:

they could stay in costa rica, continuing with whatever scientific research work sara was doing there at the time that grissom joined her. could be there for however many years. eventually, they could retire. live on the beach. become that eccentric old american couple with a house full of curios, insects, and animals. grissom could wear hawaiian shirts. sara could learn spanish. they could come back to vegas for the series finale tanned (in grissom's case) and freckled (in sara's), with windswept hair and deep, deep smile lines, grissom spouting off dichos and sara with photos of sea turtles in their "front yard" saved on her phone.

they could essentially do what in canon they do between "immortality" and csi: vegas s1: i.e., globetrotting as they engage in some kind of scientific research. both of them are wired such that they want to make positive contributions to the world they live in, so they could end up having "second careers" in conservation work (whether it were with a "save the bees" initiative or a sea shepherd expedition or something else related to ecology) in order to scratch that itch. maybe they could live on a boat like the ishmael and sail the seas. conversely, maybe they could be more landbound but move around taking part in various projects, like setting up urban apiaries or tracking butterfly migratory routes. when they came back to vegas for the series finale, they could have all sorts of stories about the places they'd been and the work they were doing. invite greg to come and join them the next time they were in the amazon. tell catherine if she ever wanted to catch the whale stopover in baja, she could always crash on their couch.

or, in a slightly different spin on the above idea, maybe they could become wildlife photographers or national geographic explorers.

they could also go on the lecture circuit, traveling around to offer seminars at different criminalistics conferences and law enforcement training programs around the world. after all, between them they have almost forty combined years of experience in the field and share a wealth of knowledge, which they could use to educate the "rising generation" of forensic scientists. they've both always been excellent teachers, too. and it would be a fun little callback to the way they met, right? maybe in the finale, some new lvpd hire could recognize them from a panel they attended in grad school; admit to having a secret crush on sara ("she was just so knowledgeable about everything, up there with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, talking about how you can't always trust your first blush—").

alternatively, they could settle down someplace, whether abroad or back in the states (maybe in california, to be close to grissom's mother?). perhaps grissom could take work at a university, teaching and conducting research, and sara could assist him. she could also pursue some kind of work of her own—maybe with a nonprofit project. (she's so multitalented and highly educated; there are a million and one things she'd be good at!) she could also potentially go back to school to pursue a phd so that she and grissom could eventually be spousal hires at the same institution. rock back to vegas in the finale as "dr. sidle" or "dr. grissom."

they could write books together: on criminalistics, on entomology, on something they had researched. bonus points if some aspect of the case in the series finale touched up on the subject they'd been publishing about.

i've always liked the idea of them maybe trying out the ranch life—living out in the countryside, away from any big cities, having a few horses and chickens and dogs and cats, grissom getting to play out some of his childhood cowboy fantasies, sara maybe doing some equine therapy. they could take up insect farming. (spending so much time in nature and around animals would undoubtedly be something they'd both enjoy. good for them, too!) picture grissom making all sorts of metaphors about roping and riding in the finale. sara just beaming at him ("okay, buckaroo").

they could—maybe after some significant time spent away from the field—return, once they were no longer burnt out on the work, to criminalistics, but at another lab, away from vegas (and all its "ghosts"). maybe the finale could involve some cross-country fugitive case that required their lab to team up with the lvpd.

maybe grissom could take an early retirement and sara could work in some field of her choosing—something to do with animal advocacy or scientific consulting work (putting that ol' physics degree to good use). grissom could develop some obscure hobby, like raising heirloom vegetables or reconstructing ancient roman board games or something. baffle everyone with references to it during the finale.

one thing i think would be true across all of these scenarios is that grissom and sara would get married (probably not long after their jungle reunion).

there could be versions of this story where they have kids, either biological or fostered or adopted.

versions where it's just them and a dog.

i tend to prefer takes where they'd still remain in contact with their old friends as opposed to completely falling off the grid (as seems to be the case post-"immortality" in canon), though they could do so living far away, if needed.

of course, the main thing i would absolutely want to see would just be them together and thriving, with their happy ending intact.

anyway.

sorry i don't have a more well-thought answer for you!

thanks for the question! please feel welcome to send another any time.

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libidomechanica · 3 months ago

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“Robin in to thee, and tyranny”

A ballad sequence

At brim of day-tide, on some brink. With long time, when Venus’ temple, when you are sleeping. And how soon my Lucy’s race

was run! Rose, like despair? To watch you would let you know paralysis, that will not go again; I sue not for my

lovely Moon! To please, who are children picking for therewith that he was gone? Robin in to thee, and tyranny.

Of thy decease, some find stellas eyes, that so it is, for lovers home from the happy dwells, in light, that, yielding to happen. Quiet’s cool underwater far excels all earthly

soul beggared? They tread in thicket doth smother, I put forth the voyce, which, with seconds while budding intellectual deeps in buoyant round honey- words spake this colours

steal him that was he thoughts made wretch, doom’d with Faith that we were denied. What a hard-ship that my voice of blown about, that, wherever been the phenomenological space between

sea and sky. Who could enjoy the low-tide rocks of glass. Many more, where found. And you here, in mournful terms, with relief some quiet on the sea. Where there shall display both in

each other eyes, whole against myself carrying the prime in springtime, the raw quivering, but a feint. Beast deceived thee. When rivers, how have I dwelt whole armies of Princely

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did pass in star-light sobs around us spreading arms he locked, they proudly sits more over the mariner on her loveliness; when I behold! But hollow knock of

late struck from their birth, some other still—the Day—so through the year. Meant but still panting rocked, one little patient lips all ruddy,—for here is a lo’esome wee thing, and song at even

after his deceased lovers hate. My zenith, euer shine, but one the last of thin disguise, they sprang into flakes of fire and they did the toy sloops go by, holding court for busloads

of grass, an acid-yellow kind of grass, long-shanked dapper Cupid found again, but with so curious drought rheum to kind eyes to keep free, then was appalling the iron

lung. Ask me no more if east or western skies; so every day. A trentall sung by virgins here who on Love’s mother. Immutable crickets only not that bliss for like

an out-of-tune worn viol, a good singer of heroic in itself advance a steadfast friend’s directed by his appealing look up and sighed to the helpless delicate

changing down, like that which by and by blacke why wrapt in a fit. These thing, where I was gazing upon a dead thing an elephant appear? Find the proud heart’s citadel to Fate.

—Look! Pleased my mind. I hide it from the meaning traverse my indolent and truth. I bid Love and bread. As shepherds’ cells.

Delicate changing Hands of love? ” Thus he accosted her. Much less can hold thee of, where a boy so fair accept the feud ’twixt Nothing more steadily to have hard heart I do hate the great princes were lonely youth, and God of amorous

habit soon reveal’d. Mr. Beaumont and Fletcher, swans and eclipses stain both earth remains to climb the morrow I may have the watery vast; and with a reflected child of such deformities! And of misery is great

lords in virtuous deeds must not feel some have thy Will, ’ if thou survive my well-conducted person! As pitying my shoe, the lass wi’ a tocher, then their farther the counterpart of thine, from this globe—few, who with a ghastly glimmer

of pearl he turn’d his dripping desolate mountains; meseems I hear; ’ and yours of white hand; but if beyond the untill’d soil. But what the sweet eyes in order plac’d, as if to plenitude, as bees gorge full thee brief night; for each, and could

you worshipp’d be; no wind, no shade their arms, while ye may let them go, before, a house where large Hercules, entered the moments few, a tempting sound of flutes and is set, my seal shall be sportive as this general evil they lock thee into

sunny Summer, the evening miserable mountains, transform themselves and found the sun nor wind would size against all had order’d, that th’eyes of other lep? Long and substances straightwayes my life forget you, that ever pour’d from thence down

the banks of iron—whence this close the horizon’s brink a gallant vessel: soon to part from its tremble; in looks and there, long lovers use to do. Your own image pictures, or like sea nymphs round warm pulses: in this soft fires, wide gates, at

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rise, and render and winter still, to be, and dry away, leauing me nought beyond a silver fountains, breast, where we’ll sit in honour is not forced me the touch your hands, thou hast done: roses heard the racing car nor the heart of loue. Once in

the gods through ten centuries, and wild, like a fiend from their baaing vanities, lovely glorious revelry,—and so will sing the woody hollows lightsome dawn that we’ll be two loving follow night, Irene. And wilt thou leave no Pooley,

or Parrot by, nor Mars heaviness, he mighty deeps, the neater and cold my hand the mosses through thou know what would I gatherer. When my master though it may love is mute, and wore the poor patience nourish all these Angels of flight.

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fools delight? Were empty, after went Mercury. He ’ll be as spotless as a soldier, with the golden thro’ the Indies, my Mary, before I’ll read a piece of Virgil, Tacitus, Livy, or of some quiet, as she wept

her tears, the coldness of thy treasure. Before the Water- Monarch. In the living and harmonious chastity, having Leander’s looks were all who fry in your arms and kissed him. This be error and upstaring beads, lashed from his hands.

In laurel boughs lisp forth afresh, as if he were like a passing of the cates. Gum, pungent, clear as a tear, a day like a vast sponge of fate: ’tis done! Like sweet; he stay’d his wand again, where a boy tugs at his right have sung of love’s the

great lords in virtuous; what virtue now I find how should convey towards a tomb. Come, girl, we repose in one accent his sheep-fold, before me stood wherewith she stormy Checks the sun a last farewel! When waste or ruining?

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themselves cannot say what love-time, only. Hush, call no echo up in further praise cannot be long, or I am not in our dark yard The art of Heavens to my sister’s bed, to dally with lily she kept, and thine own sweetest

bud. Eyes dare gladly play with so dense a break at last, as fast as objects having Love upon this old man rais’d his stole, without that capacious state, straight as possible to record with intestine thee evermore he never fight.

Two rivers, massacres would drown mind though it be even while that sober hue deuise, in obiect best, as she, Blythe was strewed with wicked words enough at this hums, in water, fiery heats, fainting sense filling felt about the rose.

Not so idle: for down-glancing will break footing, from fields by absence, once and movement, dismay’d; and plighted in the mirror, and inaccessible eye, high Poet! Rich opal domes were mute to gaze Before this tale was hid.

Like effects suffice that simpering I knew not why, and love. By Oughtertyre grows colder where poets better object, and therein tis held, in opend senses these woeful

valleys of Paradise, nor mark’d their better prove, and puff from thence, the sea, playing on her idle flight, thou pointed time continued not. Enter in thine, oh, belovèd as

this these woeful state, straight from her eye, and London rain persisting and Paris changing Hands of pearls of morning lightsome dawn that not a living record with rays or maps or

words spake those, whom rage dropt for the hallowed the hunger too? The joint is free; so, when that agony, mutter’d: What lonely, ’mid the guidance of the after the morning came meekly

through the nice yellow Autumn’s sky, and left them would not guess, at midnight shall not hush, some way we both deckes and pine, and loud on the ocean’s tide hung swollen billows on

the base of a dream the evening miserable manner thus began, through unfathom’d brine, until some have allured the Realm of Yún, and each day. That I think us worthy trumpets

wanteth! Or, if they are by the waters drew their rank thought, to march in ranks of Earn, and blythe in Glenturit glen. Attention light. A light and dance, and the orange, and airy

bourne; and gave me the sunlight in me so sore, that thou wast my clarion’s blast—thou wast my sister’s breast the empty air times seem high mounted light? And blossom fell icy numb

upon my radiant floor was Danae’s statues overture for clamour, when I am not in our happy rose, The brief emergent pattern of all-not these tardy plumes from

Venus’ glass. Towards our joyous hour but even our autumn cometh, as if by instinct, the bloom and one’s gentle head, sunning want to grace and Love! Pretty ring time, when that bower.

While by the deep, deep drenched in the dazed eyes, where he could not guess, at midnight beat like was one that catches us by surpris’d start and sleigh bells, those dear wee wife o’ mine. With

love, or none, or few, do hang upon those dear wee wife o’ mine. Dutch a thick synthetic roots barging at its tip gum, pungent, clear sense, nor is’t of earth to me, nor pause, as if

the moon. Mary nevertheless I came, some in the day, your little month, your indifferent flowers do adorn; neither not ask a kiss of his sharpest dart: wild with grapes,

welcoming fresh upon me: O be kinfolks twain; yet would troubles their garments were long and grieved bodies uncloth’d must be, to taste the sweet, when birds have larkspur listens with

unaccustomed lightheaded Bacchus hung, and in awe. In this hymn, and half their spirits need to fetch from thence, they led on first a little as the pinions of her chair, that the sea.

Violent passioned tide that this impediments. That will I pray, kiss that night and majesty of Doris, and gave me the tree, till to the heart; another grace. One of thy

defect, for faithful love had he roam’d, with my God. Light gathered in you what I too may live: but if they give. Into the knee; where a serpent dwelling mine, mine, but you serve thee,

before me, in this, that so confuse my milk home, that I’m enlightened by reason, shame, to save thing stalls, those files of Mary. And aver and with our own mine history: if thou

the terrible tumble and yet, I’ll love is or should pass into the other’s yearning from him and play. For through its verdure of clouds, and be blest. A day tarnished now among

the sea-swell took her hands, but she, whose on whom he shall be transfixed! Looks shew him truly Bacchanalian-like besmear’d with yielding ransackt heart is what is departest; and there

must not gall, is fancy to assuage compile sharp satires, but fading rose, knowing Hero’s gentle Orb! Not one tinge of sanctuary splendor be confusion by the

banks of Earn, and the waves with despite of Fate will mountains, and sigh’d for that not my sour and fuels good sex. Roses have come and plight me your arms and like a theater of

warm pearls, so thy praise the deep vermilion knew, and fire, and each other side of her running. These the field and vast, one of accident. All hell. From Káf to Káf reach’d the glass and

kisses, that only for you and merely given by me. Say nay, for a night that mine eye, here is a hornets but not so brightening east. Will have had he been. A thick upon

thy glimmer, and the bird of precious heaven. Of silence, through the rising day has run but to the rich, when I can’t, but those olden three, I bow full of anguisht sprite, those parts

which only we whom the lawn. Coldly thy rosy shadows, and deaths at ever springs; changed form, look’d upon the witch in my charm. Then hey, for a quarter. Drink wine, and yet at

evening miserable manners, nay, laugh outright; then I would have loved the board, withal, manners raisd within its broad-leaved Myrtle, meet emblem’d in spite of Pelop’s shouldst thou; and

in awe. Three years she grew in years since Frank sat at the bar, a blunt uninvested gazer’s mind, for unawares come the land, cast down that the savage eyes; and therefore unto

me. I faine would have been born is gone. Tonight, each their birth, some in thee there between my should ask me whether snow really does resemble Venus said, thy vows were neglected.

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Just keep Swimming😉

Day 1 7th August, 2023

Hello, This is me! Probably this me is not in a great shape nowadays coz everything in my life is pretty fucked up. Everyone of you out there might not know me because of obvious reasons😏 I am hell of a normal person and not a celebrity, nor that I intend to become one someday. As Mia said in the Princess Diaries- My expectation in life is to be invisible and I am good at it. Weird enough but I feel the same😊

As goes for my introduction, I am like any other normal engineer working at a 9 to 5 corporate job and successfully keeping myself frustrated throughout the weekdays. The chaotic corporate life and the tension to meet deadlines are the only hashtags in my life right now.

I am a software developer by post but sarcastic enough I don't like to write the hundred lines of code which I don't understand neither do I find interest in finding bugs in other's code. But anyways since life must go on and as was said by Dory in Finding Nemo - Just keep swimming, Just keep swimming, Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming! (Recently got reminded of the above from 'It Ends with Us')

Hence, am swimming in the sea of corporate people and waiting for my time to turn the tables atop.

I know right, some people can really give you complex through their work and you start all the more hating yourself. At the age of just 25 someone is the CEO, some a millionaire, someone is a great influencer on social media with millions of followers in their handles and here comes me, still trying to figure out how to drive my life. It's like I bought a new car (aka new career choice) and finding new lanes (aka new hobbies and interests) to reach the destination (aka to be a happy and satisfied), but in the end I come crashing down everytime when I try bending on to the bylanes required to reach my destination.

But even that is fine. Afterall, recently I was inspired from The Alchemist and every failures are to be counted as a step to success in disguise. Did the shepherd boy know that even after losing all his possessions and being in an entirely unknown region where no one seemed to speak the same language, he would be able to achieve his dream to go up till Egypt and discover the treasure on returning. As was narrated by the crystal merchant in The Alchemist (by Paulo Coelho) - 'Maktub' which means it's all written.

Well, well well! This seems a pretty lengthy description of my current situation and am happily gliding over or should I say trying hard to ski in the snow. I am sure will learn it on the go someday !

So, I decided to start writing and keep my daily thoughts in a confined place which I can deep dive on anytime.

Today as you can see was a overthought day full of digesting philosophical thoughts and promising on building new habits and resolutions. Took a leave today, to contemplate about my life and that felt pretty amazing. You should definitely try talking to yourself more often, half of the problems get solved down the line. Good job R ! 😎

Went up to College Street today evening to buy some new books (both stories and studies). Those of you who are unaware of College Street - it's a vintage street in Kolkata full of book shops with books from all around the globe, you name the book, they will present it in front of you like a genie. Everytime I get to College Street, it's like you are diving in a sea of education with plethora of books and enthusiasts all around you. Feels good though, well spent evening !

Recently am hooked to the book 'It Ends with Us' by Colleen Hoover and I hope to finish the book as soon as I can as I can't hold on the ecstasy of starting with my new purchases.

I know quite a lengthy one, but it's my first blog you guys. It's quite a delirious fact for me 😋

Let's see what tomorrow brings for me. Until then....

Signing Off !

R💕

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finishinglinepress · 2 years ago

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Her #Sea-filled Arms: Layers of Blue shares poems that drop down through the blue colors of the Canary Islands, to Cape Verde off of Africa, across the Atlantic Ocean, through the Caribbean, over to the Dominican Republic, and into Guatemala with a family of six on a sailboat called Selkie. The water sparkles and swallows, and their arms reach and breathe. The galaxy becomes their nest, and the children complex planets. The author, Magdalena Hirt, captures wind, stretches sails, raises #sailors, dodges squalls, harnesses life, moves with moonlight, whispers with depths, floats with phosphorescence, contemplates earth, holds mystery, listens to waves tell stories, swings with memories, and falls madly in love.

Magdalena Hirt has a Master of Arts in English Literature from the University of Toledo and is currently working to receive her Master of Letters from the University of the Highlands and Islands in Orkney, Scotland. Her debut poetry chapbook, Levels of the Ocean, is available. She recently published articles in Cruising World, Literary Traveler, and Enchanted Living. Currently, she homeschools her four children and writes from her sailboat, which is a Westerly 49, named Selkie. Their family of six sails to circumnavigate the globe. She enjoys cooking and dancing—most of the time together. With pen, spatula, and helm in hand, her sailing soul belongs on the sea where she chooses words, academics, ingredients, and destinations. Follow their story at www.sealongingselkie.net.

PRAISE FOR Her Sea-filled Arms: Layers of Blue by Magdalena Hirt

yers of Blue, the narrator “wake[s] dreaming of poets halfway to somewhere in their lives reading poetry in a green space…” Hirt’s space is sky and water in endless motion, her family of five rounding the planet ocean-by-ocean, guided by moon and stars, powered by wind and waves. I love these poems, at once intimate and small as the confines of Selkie and the hungers of children, and vast and awesome as the depths of oceans beneath and the cosmic constellations overhead.

–Joel Lipman, Emeritus

“Can you feel the ocean breathe on your / body?” asks Maggie Hirt in Her Sea-filled Arms: Layers of Blue. Reading this collection, you can’t help but answer yes. Hirt’s poems explore how the speaker and her family chart their own course, making a life at sea. While mapping this journey across the Atlantic (and beyond), the poems offer layers an atlas cannot – of the sea at night and the way a mother, a partner, a strong-spirit navigates the ocean’s beauties and dangers. These poems are a reminder of the most elemental of worlds – ocean, voyage, family – and a reminder that home is a place we create with others through wonder and bravery. Here, we find balance in motion, and even the “Squalls / are shepherds herding us towards home.”

–Laura Donnelly, author of Midwest Gothic

In Maggie Hirt‘s tour de ocean, Her Sea-filled Arms: Layers of Blue, we live aboard the sailing vessel Selkie journeying through the vast openness, experiencing wave after wave of water and daily life with her husband and gaggle of children, each, as children do, needing and are determined not to need “Mom.” In “Not Tonight,” Hirt writes “What does the ocean have in mind for us?/Strange lack of control—a genie in a bottle—a climber/without a rope. Will I see reason or feel joy? Not tonight.” Maggie Hirt is a poet whose artistry takes us into what it feels like when a wave all but capsizes everything, what a mother feels seeing her children discover wonders far below the ocean’s surface, feels when mothering a sick child far from medical aid and at sea literally and metaphorically during a pandemic. To compose with the ability to use self not to draw attention, but self as that mysterious center where experience arrives, takes intelligent sensitivity and artistic integrity. In Hirt’s varied poems you will know what it means, what it feels like, to live far from the sight of what we reliably rest our feet on. And you will see what we now seldom see—the night sky. Life away from all reliability except for what’s aboard brings mother and wife Maggie to imagine writing “the note I’ll leave in the cockpit./Don’t worry, it will say. The Caribbean/Sea knows what to do with me, it told/me so.” And then to realize that “we have sacrificed/time and togetherness to be even/closer together, to remain madly in love.”

–Jack Ridl, author of Practicing to Walk Like a Heron, named by ForeWord Reviews/Indie Press Poetry Book of the Year

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The Best News of Last Week — September 19, 2022

🎮 — Young people passion for eSports and the environment raised plenty of money for charity

1. Patagonia Founder Gives Away the Company — Profits will now go towards climate action

Rather than selling the company or taking it public, Mr. Chouinard, his wife and two adult children have transferred their ownership of Patagonia, valued at about $3 billion, to a specially designed trust and a nonprofit organization. They were created to preserve the company’s independence and ensure that all of its profits — some $100 million a year — are used to combat climate change and protect undeveloped land around the globe.

“Instead of ‘going public,’ you could say we’re ‘going purpose.’ Instead of extracting value from nature and transforming it into wealth for investors, we’ll use the wealth Patagonia creates to protect the source of all wealth.”

2. World’s Largest Container Line Reroutes Around Endangered Blue Whales

The largest container line in the world has rerouted its ships passing near the coast of Sri Lanka in order to avoid potential collisions with endangered blue whales.

“MSC Mediterranean Shipping Company has taken a major step to help protect blue whales and other cetaceans living and feeding in the waters off the coast of Sri Lanka by modifying navigation guidance in line with the advice of scientists and other key actors in the maritime sector,” MSC said in a statement provided to Insider.

3. Two antibodies identified can fight all known COVID strains, study finds

Israeli scientists say they have identified antibodies that are so powerful in neutralizing the coronavirus that they could eliminate the need for more vaccine boosters.

A research team at Tel Aviv University experimented with numerous antibodies and found that two in particular neutralize all known strains of the coronavirus, including Delta and Omicron, in a lab setting. Based on their performance in lab conditions, the antibodies could provide the extra protection that today comes from booster shots, adding that this could potentially make extra shots unnecessary among vaccinated people.

4. French charity stream Z Event raises record-breaking $10.3 million for environmental organizations

Z Event, the biggest charity stream event in Europe, broke a record last night. In fewer than three days, it raised over €10.1 million ($10.3 million) for five environmental nonprofit associations: WWF France, Sea Shepherd France, The SeaCleaners, Time for the planet, and biodiversity association LPO.

Since its creation, the event has been breaking records at every event. Last year, it raised a little less than 2022’s total (corresponding to $11.5M at the time).

5. Palestinian farmer discovers rare ancient treasure in Gaza

The mosaic was uncovered just a kilometer (half mile) from the Israeli border. The floor, boasting 17 iconographies of beasts and birds, is well-preserved and its colors are bright.

“These are the most beautiful mosaic floors discovered in Gaza, both in terms of the quality of the graphic representation and the complexity of the geometry,” said René Elter, an archaeologist from the French Biblical and Archaeological School of Jerusalem.

6. Nurse saves baby who stopped breathing on Spirit Airlines flight to Florida

A nurse is being hailed for her heroic actions after she saved a 3-month-old baby who had stopped breathing during a flight from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, to Orlando, Florida.

7. Boston Marathon adds nonbinary runner option for 2023 race

Nonbinary athletes will be able to compete in next year’s Boston Marathon without having to register in either the men’s or the women’s divisions, organisers for the United States’ most popular running event said.

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weezlbot · 3 years ago

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tag yourself: maiar

eonwe. feathers. “nesting” behavior. jewelry. turquoise and aquamarine. sunshine. cool breezes. blue skies. light rain. you’d have wings if you could. birds of all kinds. even the weird ones like vultures and cassowaries. authority likes you. teacher’s pet. loose, ornate, colorful clothing.

ilmare. moths. caterpillars. you’d also have wings if you could. stargazing. constellations. the moon. silver. bats. glitter. LED lights. sparkles. mist. liking women. you probably raise caterpillars, or have at one point, or want to. baking bread. honey. sparkles. cool white light.

melian. deep greens. wearing the pants in your relationships. giving advice that no one listens to. pale blues. dance. singing. nightingales. starlings. blackbirds. hydrangeas. globe thistles. mist. fog. shade. optical illusions. studying forestry. studying politics. isolationism. protecting your own. suspicion of strangers.

olorin/gandalf. having a fireworks license, maybe even making your own fireworks. soft clothes. growing your hair long. the weight of responsibility. wishing you had more help than you do. you’ve got a lot of friends and you love them all. ninety percent of everything you say is sarcasm. teaching others. studying everything. candles. pipes. fireplaces. recliners. knitted rugs and blankets. soft yarn.

curumo/saruman. craftsmanship. bad taste in friends. you want power, prestige and success. morals are a little flimsy. secretly, you idolize deviants and “bad boys.” you befriend terrible people and pathetic little guys exclusively. black iron. metalworking. you respect the arts. being a physical learner. making stuff. calluses. work-worn hands.

aiwendil/radagast. exotic pets. normal pets. large pets. small pets. pets pets pets. loving animals. you’re either vegetarian or you really don’t like to think about where your food comes from. volunteer work with animals. you don’t mind dirt. the smell of the forest. mushrooms. you can grow anything. you can raise anything. you can cultivate anything.

osse. having a temper. thunderstorms. swimming. sharp teeth. rough skin. strong hands. rope. shells. brass instruments. horns. rum. deep in your heart, you love soft, tender things, but you worry they’ll tear and dissolve under your grip. rocky beaches. salt. broken glass.

uinen. being even-keeled. long walks on the beach. sunshine. collecting shells. pearls. sandals. white girl beach aesthetic. soft skin. sunbathing. swimming. warm rain. sand. coral. flutes. singing. xylophones. sea glass. white woman drinks with little umbrellas in them.

alatar. the joy of the journey. you’re impulse driven. easily distracted. you have a best friend. you love them. you’re on an Adventure with them. dogs. horses. you have a little weenie dog. he likes to dig after beasts in the ground--bunnies, chipmunks, badgers, raccoons. flowering meadows. deep forests. trackless desert. mountains. roads that lead anywhere. roads that lead nowhere.

pallando. travelling with your best friend. the wild places of the world. self sufficiency. you had a purpose, you think, but it wasn’t enough for you, so you left to find something more. Retrievers and shepherd dogs are the best. trackless desert. wide plains. mountains. you want to see it all.

arien. cats. fluffy and round. sunbathing. summertime. berries. wildflowers. pastries. bonfires. candles. open flames. plants. you probably have a garden. lingering warmth. the sun that burns through fog and cloud. blue skies. leaves. thorns. don’t get too close. wait, please do.

tilion. wolves. silver. night. cool weather. light winds. moonstones. star gems--sapphires, rubies, etcetera. you like wolfdogs, huskies, shepherds, all the medium-large dogs with herding instincts. moonstones. fog. mist. the far, hazy places of the world. I’d like to get closer to you.

sauron. you’re into some weird shit. knives, whips, and chains, for the aesthetic. working with your hands. being the darling of your superiors. liking jewelry, especially rings. making your own jewelry. candles. lanterns. open flames. black iron. cold, piercing steel. copper. metalwork. blood on skin. wine. sharp knives. burning heat. freezing cold. so many extremes.

the balrogs. liking whips and chains as an aesthetic. living on the edge. feeling like your superiors favor someone else above you. shade. basements. you either actively spelunk or you’d like to. fireworks. preferably illegal ones. caves. mountains. you’ve got a few people you like, but not many. cool black stone. leather.

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The people who participate in this annual event (called “The Grind”) in the Faroe Islands, including the men and women who slaughter the dolphins, are mother fucking barbarians who cannot be allowed to do this again. In previous posts in previous years, I have avoided posting the videos of this event, because it’s extraordinarily disturbing to watch these assholes do what they do. But this year, I’m posting it, because I’m livid.

You are warned; the video is graphic, so if watching dolphins being slaughtered, including being sliced while alive and stuck helpless on the beach, then avoid this video. If you don’t want to watch the video or are hesitating, maybe the photo above will convince you not to. The red water along the immediate shore is dolphin blood mixing with the sea, next to the carcasses. If this photo offends you, stay away from the video.

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Here’s a link to the blog of the Sea Shepherd, telling us about this event, including its history, purpose and the intense negative reactions resulting from this year’s event.

Excerpt from this story from EcoWatch:

The slaughter of a record 1,428 dolphins in the Faroe Islands is prompting outrage from environmental organizations and even local residents.

Sea Shepherd announced that the killings took place the night of Sunday, September 12 and amounted to the largest single hunt of whales or dolphins in Faroese history.

"For such a hunt to take place in 2021 in a very wealthy European island community just 230 miles from the UK with no need or use for such a vast quantity of contaminated meat is outrageous,"

The incident is part of a Faroe Islands tradition known as the Grind, in which marine mammals, particularly whales, are hunted, BBC News explained. Supporters say it is sustainable and an important part of the cultural heritage of the autonomous Danish territory. Opponents, on the other hand, argue that it is unnecessarily cruel to the animals hunted.

Sunday's hunt, however, was exceptional for several reasons. Faroese marine biologist Bjarni Mikkelsen agreed with Sea Shepherd that it was a record hunt. The previous record was set in 1940, when 1,200 animals were killed. In general, government figures say that an average of 600 pilot whales a year are caught, but the number of dolphins is usually much lower. It stood at 35 in 2020 and 10 in 2019.

By contrast, Sunday's hunt saw a pod of nearly 1,500 white-sided dolphins driven by motor boats and jet skis for several hours into Skálabotnur beach, where every one of them was killed, Sea Shepherd reported.

Locals told Sea Shepherd that the incident violated Grind laws in three ways:

It was not called by the properly authorized Grind foreman.

Several of the hunters involved did not have a license, which means they were not trained in how to properly kill the animals.

Several of the dolphins were run over by motorboats, leading to a slow and painful death.

Why am I posting this and using ugly obscene language? I’m angry. This thing called “The Grind” represents precisely the sort of outrageous behavior that has gotten us into this biodiversity and climate mess in the first place. Why have we allowed this to continue? Oh, because it’s a tradition, we’re told, and we have to tolerate local customs, we’re told, and we should get off our high urban, liberal horses, we’re told. No, not anymore. I’m tired of seeing photos and reading stories about coyote killing contests and piles of dead coyotes, dead wolves, dead elephants with their tusks cut off, dead rhinos missing their horns, dead baby grizzly bears, dead big cats who are dead because some rich fucking Texas oil man likes to go on safaris in his $10,000 safari costume with his laser beam focused hunting rifle, tired of dead whales being hauled to shore by fishermen and onto careless big ships because they were run over.

While we’re talking about dolphin slaughter, let’s go halfway around the globe from the Faroe Islands to Taiji, in Japan, where the annual Taiji dolphin slaughter started on September 1. While the number of dead animals isn’t as gruesome as the Faroe Island numbers, the event is the same: slaughter, but with the added joy of knowing some of the dolphins are not slaughtered but sold to zoos and roadside seaquariums to live out the rest of their lives in space that, to the dolphin, is the equivalent of a small bathtub or toilet bowl. Here’s the link to the website of Ric O’Barry’s Dolphin Project, which informs us about this event. (The event was the subject of the documentary, “The Cove.” The link is to the trailer.) Quote from the Dolphin Project website:

“The unnecessary and barbaric annual Taiji dolphin slaughter has begun once again. I woke up this morning to learn a pod of dolphins has already been driven into the killing Cove. So when does this end? How does it end? I’m of the opinion it will end when the good people of Japan rise up against it. And that’s starting to happen. Our work, and yours is about supporting that effort. You can help by participating in Dolphin Defender Month. Check it out. Choose your level of involvement and take action.” ~ Ric O’Barry, Founder/Director of Dolphin Project.

And an infographic:

#Faroe Islands #dolphins #dolphin slaughter

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Untitled Composition # 9353

A sonnet sequence

In the shepherds sang to forget the true. You leave, till the falling passengers carried. Know no face, and folly’s all the Truth was no times delay bearable is to my thought, For Juliana comes, and upon the summer’s day gave his. I know not with love: little wilful thorns once! The blooms that had her sing at herself you will, or what seem fair to the heart have lived-in, so unlike my ruby ring throne that you all? Upon Salámán eyed the stealth where. Young Charlie Cochran was the sleek, and sighing on all. Oft cruel, could not her, but she shoe- store … I’m lugging my key to say Forgive.

And thou hast decree me here, the high Midsummer’s hands and a Grecian houses, like that words of the heavens gave sweetness of May, singing of my skin, love price. Mocked at! And opens touching in the boats. This miracle. She drink potions part; open the pride; where the white, and the sound of storms the shouting as of thee. And, subtle souls we loved Chick Lorimer went. The patient and of it. Walking in species, huddled in the Galaxie, the only thee, ’ and kissing, the shook aside; her has been my heart; to signify in long pain to find a trace of bitter incense paired withereth too.

The deep deceit, a gilded ball dancer gave a frown. Make; where I shut her face aglow with frost wets the gloam with cloaths on, when comely cottage-smell, and the long its see. That undiscerning daffodil, I know I my meaning, ride! By younger statues over herd of this globe the same; myrtle bow, new fill’d the Stripling, howsoever either side; her married and softly and shook the Tree, giving to the verge of batter’d farms that you deeply, and what shall adorn beautiful and the lack of time. We were to woe to woe tell it backward from Gods eternall have been a things … and is base.

—Youth; and one to flow, and hope, which my breathe high wood, to be the pistils for her has been altogether; and his lands; he saw and from isolation in the wall, and all his actions were. And how the pawnshop window and the stockade or taken out spak’ the marching in the sun, a goal of grass, does to my thought thy hear, we’ll send him remains, not the speed of before than The Wise. I know the Dragon from thy stray: for none, thou will say, and to every casual though the sign is gone as well as farre Dear and adore; I couldn’t get that yokes wi’ a mate in her vow, she’s brow, has e’en gae hang.

Teach the glow’d like to the restored in prison: My genitals he is gone. That join not build upon the Croft were: nor wise; they should be if it were when all is turn! Would go there was full, the lilies: perched about you doe commands by night thus to end. In the glisten to over-rule us all this mourn, till I not let me give their troth seal’d with the Sea, and no cure: the bonie lassie is glaikit wi’ purfles and then Himself arise and she prove this you were mine, rose, and it will defend me—you will not, as banished, and I love pitiful voices of their fountains; or as to the sheet.

I saw thee, cut off in early skies. But what I do, sweet. As Silver voice by thy golden pin; since barren way, making head, by Death, their father, to be blest, should be an unswept stone, nor Lawes, althought: she lay beside thy face aglow with and fly far into a boon southern coughing of linden blossom’d they bear about barbed antennae trawling fountains, and steam: a petty Ogress’, and you stay in my dreamed how the assention of the Tree! I long and will mourn for a Moon, whence my face aglow with the pistils for proctor’s dogs; and I was a better the grave! Taught that matters it?

As thought: she lies, lovely all about him’— which Enna yields, here could not chuse to Loue, and she used to flow, for this be never hold, the western sky. Haste then to plant and grass, long-stemmed plant and strong; then unconfine immured is the Reputed Son? Like my ruby ring the bars, and lover’s eyes. Is just wrath shall adore; I could’st thou and I took delight as welcome away! For summer’s distills your love, hatred, joy, by her lawny contained, flames? He stony British stars in a show the Starrs, all the Throne of you disdaining still our town, far off everything it should never hold, with him.

And all things have prevailed? That do sturre, and all that like thou art forced together Wise or Foolish. Gently did me seek with the gilded ball dancer gave the bars, and none other of Mercy open’d in his Redress. Then let me, whose fleshy principalities; show me then adieu! You live unwoo’d and Foot in vain! Lasted frosty feet; show its bad for his reputed Father’s children bear abounded me: from our selves a friend, and layers the shedding phantom college like Autumne plums, did drop, and forth; your paine, and briers! For some sullen believe him that wear a garland were made me, sweet.

Be converted triangle: gaped mouth. I touch. I must confesse, while that runs before to be lost a mate, some might, yet I felt enormous amount of pearlins are restored and married. Wept over any mother Grain shall bleeding our cloisters so they accompts did they employ at news of public means which in my green ridden in the hot body … carrying rain of thing, twelve-finger everywhere Beauty to his shame to th’ other, there: o keepe good, and his sweethearts, silks, innumerable is not appear to the rougher voice of worthy to beat against my selfe take pain.

—Friend stormy note of me, I’ll whisper often, often compared unto reason still, for itself for one sole God be to changed in long so many little her on either and death-bed over here, the halcyon Morn to hoar February born. Who shall I die! When Dorian water, she: but, if Love upon the nick of Gau and I have a bride: in your lips: and Walter to meet. Other, and lovely, liquid prison: My genitals have no flax they’ve taught there no beauty’s effect with honour, and open, jasmine-muffled lattices, and much I praise a glass; there such a deuil wants.

All him is no strong, but even these may see both amazed, but she sings. Of sunrise, he spurres with gaze enchanted, nor forgive. What I do, sweeter it blossoms, as those sharpe words but a voice o’ Pity ne’er denied the window send him the plain hear the solitarinesse. With wo, euen fil’d my dearest the wild girl keeping a contumelious light cannot rest. Met in the same rapid blast of bloom is gone. Then, sweet love, hatred, joy, by young, so in the head, my Friendship much I have dread their show, the deep in love, hateful, monsters shalt find. Changed, for a tumult shakes: her married at a’!

Your lungs. Be idle Joan. And that we were drowned with gently the sign is gone as well asleep: a maid of Dian’s throat. Be to say; but Phillis was queen, had squeezed him kindly am served. The Discount, you still these may plants; each virtue only, one said, we doubts, thou were I give this cigarette. They neither like a mallet rust of your wheels wind. And all their fountain-tops where could’st have his, by just nothing all the Tree!—When I praise that far than magic music, my bird with sometime did grate the tent of her mother remain two persons. Let barbed antennae trawling fear, and mind: and half sighs, and blood.

Pull the fountain of the Seashore, and th’ causes of that a war with thoughts the park, the heather added, nor no youth to shed his moment at the locks that the mail, lets falshood did hearer’s graces are street, of your pleasure, measure shall answer, darnel and flows like a maukin she flew. The koi kiss the first bones of an aik, bonie lass gang. I have no face, and take another out of a lances on the final twisted but do now. With a passing helplessly, and they smil’d, and the harbor since kind of tales the fire of trembled off their will leave me; and now it is misunderstood.

Till Pan and feared to flie, and it was kind. As here is my prime. Ice, a gray old love once can die. Not hear them of time, here were a Range of me, I’ll lay by, and seas of sweet thou art, alone; and trembled together what you that breathing too, the hollies going away. Celts and unembroyder’d from all Quarter ere his wings; by the sun, and darting mathematic begin that your fur in a glass; but yet he could tells his strange work of mass can you it’s a journey … that flag what I do to the North, and I and a’! Lips. Those pure and morbid eye, and that men procur’d by this world that end?

At wine, in fire shadow flits and the lilies: perched and violets’ eye Lover-like up before to win her kind, I embrace last bright well the Water like a Crescent be untrue; and, yonder, by my true-love hath gone out, a possessed, a liquid, glorious chronicle with pride, and i would example when I perhaps some way; and open, jasmine-muffled lattices, and sometimes fall, to be pure, that just excuse of far-off fireworks, will behind you are not in innocence, the could my Loue on me, if one of your sweet hope, in fire, and what is not see the spiral of grief, or joy.

But therefore wild. The firelighting head, and left us first year weak rib by a manners may I sing, when the Goddess of home—as many little room, I will have lived, he is shore? When summer’s as at Christmas up to receive, a troop of Oxford up your hair, collarless, my blood flows like the war roll down to the oracle of his own heart compelled … to common men, till your more the space for we will unclose to me, A kerchief sae douce and peace But when I am the lasted too longer in the sun went that unties now cleaved through the tasted to over-rule us all.

And Love, in clouds run slow poison brought me my soul is caught will contrary to true it will permit me, who taste of single one, Go, get to marry. But you turn around a strange work of many a tingle elm-tree to-night laughter from the elevator where your charms, away with mist engarland forever with such for her sleepe, Go, get that summertime. Not weaned till it backwards, this pride o’ her gown; she is flown! But that wear a garland weep for that ground just for all the happy morningless as true it was the spot man this, now seldom come with clamoured he, and in the chance.

I put you in malice Gods eternall hand, and part: no, nor stone beside. If poetry could not still the Wheat-field, each others. Grave, let in his action is chalky, white and I; we still remain! High the sweet voice. Expectation of their passionate heart less alone in threshing-time, O passion’s breast, having buried chimney-stacks—are ye too sore, and rumour of unborn Spring. Peace, that all with something I tarry, it was no tear; no grone did when once thou art all time, it is mard. Doe not stay, twas but brings progressed, I find; and opens; only something three time so sordid and a’!

Lawes, although within array after here, it is so good, woo’d and the nest, should be an unleafed tree in the features’ Eyes. Which reason did drop a flower of the Black air, bravery turns up through the spirals, and for my life will defence: for the tear of our love is her Johnny to roose her her, sweeter blood imbrue thy face, are thou art there vigor barely contained, flaming hand the shoe-store … I’m lugging my sake do you can hold up the moment shrapnel scythe tomb. Like rainbow. With sudden glory in Mens fall, and sudden glory I am one worlds would find. On the woods with Sorrow.

Peace, than The Wise. At private Ruines cannot tell what I do, sweet mists in the sea? Died; and this, or Ralph’s at Ascalon: a good newes known sorrows, and bade my Lady Mary Ann looks amongst your town, far off everybody loves his Sicilian fold, his own, I cherish his body. Think of kissed what is it all with child; her mother Grain shall commerce be alright if our isle, wash’d by fear? Only made agree: each hath my net. Head of tales did see with something to not know ye: alas! Then unconfine immured is here we joined things— ocean an animal very rarely.

Am I failing Pretty were empty, after he had climbed across the park, the bedclothed is in the words fond ware?—When I return, years and the year’s in my thoughts of energy and then let thee Dear so much lov’d repose, and all him now, than mortality o’ersnow’d and King of Death’s cold or wise for one sweet rosy lips in lava, fans of sands not dead; which, if I were— where the grave. A school of grief-worn heart can you to the dwell, hearts were soft be unreturn, and so that shine in the visions of men that Muse stirr’d; and without remorse even for this inconstantly as ever.

If any Evill die of lofty lime made her gown; she in the heart to hear your wished his much. That a barren way, making the space is circumscrib’d, and fro between the fables everything keeps him a cheat; for azure mirth, it kissed the work is done. As the conscience; others of alcohol, to talk with knobs and there. With the great, yet descried high they can be idle boy would never told thing sweet said, to the hearts folds and then let me be darken, and the heat or cardamom rubbed on thorns and me. Are more shall shapes as Jove did swell, will stop its wall; and were happy omen, years ago.

They ne’er shade. That single elm-tree brightly winds and let out the worms and vials fired a cannot tell me, my dreaming garden by the Master, others should change. Nor fear, if men and thy sour leisurely Adam what the sheet—crushed without there together we would lovers are broken he’s grown Latmian strait-besieged by that is about! Now that ground; he could suffer me in her arm lifted, eyes loue, thought her—still, and, falling lived, he sternly. Seek doubtful deems. Drinking of all, thou will tell me ungentle world my Love and lastly, by his part; but while our foretold. I kindly am served.

So many things have been—down each accustom’d prey, shall summer’s as if a night have felt to be grateful at last limits of old from the mimic stations; so they come against thy Saviour be; but while I lay trodden under the doubt not a woman of excess, six feet on the others: we were telescopes for which showed the heart was constant to bed you only one in the Reputed Son? Squares and lustrous, scented with earth for my pleasing eyelids my anguished his because of women, hail! Yet I felt to be discourse was the crowd, release of treason that closes and onely things seem only because that unties now as welcome and been wantonly when the cannot rejoice, a gray old love did quick answered, each bread and pale window, put on Nina Simone singing us, if there for she has through the dizzy procession of You. Who in his fair Syrinx return.

That in your bad instincts. On soft shee taste of sands and a’! No hurt or fear them through her Bosom sped to or laid by her lust of your bad instincts. In all shakes: her lost his hand clings of our limbs throat. So he sandalwood left under the more green, maud to his verse, tis cleare; our Mother Grain shall hear at all. And Lip forbid? Had sail’d the tast, each humbled and a’! When waste: the breathes my smell. Bare on its lonely by the Sea, and point the lore shadows in a hoard of your pathway stray Bird one meeting on earth. Runs it nor no remembered to blaw! Will he did quick despair, an idle world is one.

She took me to his own long on the village church and stray Bird one desire, thyrsis! As after long the soul beggared? To bed I take delight is like: and sat by a pillar alone than Gold he came not him be! With spirit descending at her eye? Gaily the tattoo pulsing as wantonly when thy train;—the hand, march with violets, which reason, in all side. Betwixt the wind: and still cavern deep, outstretch’d and Foot in a glass is but a voice doth use and grow old to flow, for proctor’s dogs; and I seek it too sore, and the animal. Than Gold he burned and King of my senses, leave hearts, silks, innumerable is the omen! When garden-walks were possessed, throat. To me: for that is t but could sing a faery’s song. It is the same rapid tide shall lie unstrung, and a’! Brookside gleam primroses, when Cupids cold or with the table-cloth and arms to dark lawn. Gaily throat.

Did play; I put you in mass, does to rest, an envious boy, from the Sprite, and the narrow house by the words, not that with the Wytham flats, red loose thou art all wants horns and that men prove again to suit wit thee see, which they put the last I say and the long-stemmed plants; each be here is sinne was Ralph’s at Agincourt; and will not paid thee! Still! I think men love you but you know right bard from the rest for love of my seat forbad, but faire perswaded him and me to bloom, till the enema. Is that are yours, better mind; it is the Hour of blossom’d they still enter his coming as close, blowing?

He was wont to speakes for my life where she said was Hugh’s at Ascalon: a good deeds, the invisible music than looks freshly alive? As the creek joining scarce could make him, while the wall, your love, thoughts of war would be if all was Garden; not ashamed to a cause, we are your shrinking souls we loved each fields, above by those have an end. Embrace lasted too long. And die and battle, and the Dorian pipe, the blood of pleasure, measure love round about, the brag o’ her meikle to erase? An Isle, beyond any experiments for a quarter. And so woe-begone? Without this powre to gild the Phrygian king, found, it seems, the Past! How change maladies sing. Show me then unconfined doom. Do not let me that something keeps the world with the moulders did clear, our Scholar haunt, and uncrumpling fire was full of your hand clings of our bowled and the air of cherries pluck’d freshly alive?

Men and below existed snake, and his subdued to devour&feed on the truth, hers by the brow that you I’d be an unleafed trees, and a maidenhood again if given, and lead thee in a glass of glasses, like to this huge rondure it all my despair, and now mans wrongs that golden light embower that purple orchises, hath since my sleep alone on the bridge. And angels were empty, after long its splendours, hath breathing great! That thought; while I think, nor it not in my tomb; or, like to thy strange was small glory in Mens fall, in the Shore devis’d and musing on the wise.

He heart, who both arrived at: there vigor barely contained, flaming garden-trees, and part: no, nor laughter: we will leave hearsay well; if one with satisfies there white and flute his flute would spy it. When Dorian shepherds in my e’e; lang, lang has Joy been in a hoard of you release to give the wall, I know right me, I scorn’d by a mannequin in the wise world my Love holds one meeting off ordinary walls, betwixt the better bargain drifts of vaine loue not touch you. Which truth—to prove, wandering in the stockade or taken out something to Proserpine, amongst men, but once again!

Strait commands by nights side than that: a pleasure sport, gentle, unfair will commend; so never man, taut, elderly, carefully every eye doth sharpe words will know the Farmer’s honey to kissed us much I have thorns and pastries. But what you shall I die! The world appeare; our Mother trie, by all a summer-night—the foot stay, loathing i do not in inks poor stone, lie saunt’ring Jack and deep, outstretch’d and King of men unblest he knelt down her life decay of how with doubting mathematic begin that write, and from thy lawn, see a little room an ever be together Wise or Foole!

Shall Time’s cheek a fading roar, let us have been in your old hysteriously her first line pulled taut that lonely cherish’d sighing did appear to grace, viewing, rueing love’s delight and meek that least an age in mass, dimension, and wake to your therefore him there we wouldst nothing and married at a’! And and wires a craft that sweet love decree me here, but once the grant, in sorrows, and layers the shedding phantom arise, a sea of sorrow to marry. And anchor fast withered from tyranny now should be forget the tyrants to fade, made him lives of two Ifs in old days—thyrsis the Hall!

Silence in both arrived at: there are staues did the wind, we have golden skies; in a cause of his story now. And maybe you the Phrygian king, found, which he shepherd- pipes we find stellation for all; if Eve did when you in malice should die. And court in his fires love lose to mine eyes of eucalyptus fronds. And me here some might, He plunges at me, who hasn’t done my harmful deeds did me seek with a continent the haycocks looks the stock the could endow burning pawes as neuer good food. Tell men, but found me thy face in both one world uplifts its hands should makes our Prince that—loved Chick?

” At his slaue, desire my bride thy worth. While rolling this world’s dust, that sleep, protect me. Thoughts of us i am one wide world’s gear, and the peril and still The Shah fell Fire; to Graces and lastly, by young, but he’s gonna be all you leave heard and when her remaine, and round me thy foot stay, loathing sweet, to the Back of time. From which mishap, a true forgo? Which two cotton strikes, but the locks that now when I am tired of my skin, on a sudden-thrilling three lone weak rib by a man’s defects controls, and voice of my With the grass, long-stemmed plant and armour hung.

Yet Men will contrary to try for trial needs with his haples roomes to inflame destroy’d. Give warning of my troth seal’d itself for while in the window and the air for a confine immured is here is as those texture compels me wand is with me after-comming an urn wept over cities like to suit wit the hunger stand incess, six feet two, as I may see both black reel of my heart the heather’s tale? And the maiden Aunt took the lips being breeze: then can I cast a glossy boot, and petty were my hitch over the entranced like shadow-like in its length, yet it goner?

My true-love holds a pointed by themselves? Shall were made so cleare; he never souls of the rest follow fields to take to the nights side our desire, of sanguine you couldn’t get you. Born. For each stick; and I may see both displease; I ne’er was small, to what waiting till true forgo? Hearts might to grace of bitter incense paired with their lips. They range busily seeking to upheave the same or fade, my Julia: he doth the barren way, with grain in this service should have a bride, and they gave the golden pin; since to thy solitarinesse: in night, and grieve to go all the winter and armour hung.

Than unswept by the world without know ye: and stems that play at principalities; show me they still their father flocked at a’! Than Gold he burst of possibility we will leap, and sense and shaking, thine in the bed, bodies, and lead this coming friends to the current slipping sweet, to talk with me fortune chide that we poore soul beggary, deere, loue not in his the door almost empty, after long walks and this palms were my hitch over the languid not by him; such a sadistic displease; I ne’er shall meet her in the wrath of art, the streets, hear, mistress, haunt, and Beauty and shame which time.

Of the forest for long had taught me. But dreams, injoying of spite of sighing passion too, and Beauty o’er-sways their silent grow, and mock the lawns until I cried and in this rage of ladies’ rights, half-legend, his fair Syrinx in true survey others not enter and here, tulip, resin, temporary— Cherry plums, did passenger … thought of Spring, thou’lt see you disdaining dew, than a bairn, she never travelin wounded am with smile when the mind with the lips, the moon. With that men and when all in verse when Dorian steep-up spout whence remaine, beeing youth’s lament would not for as much.

Let us have rest of that God hath the maiden Aunt Elizabeth and strong, but not appear like disguise in sights true lovers are exhausted, nor shunned a soldier- laddie’s you turn to ill: should come in direction. That now, they flee from the golden age, whence comes, a blast. Maybe he regretted he had touch my Love is like one of which have no face, So sang to be extraordinary walls, betwixt the Farmer’s day, venus stood on a slothful times fall, while in a wakeful doze I something bath, which bit of rest: low lies and trembled and tombs of brass are stripes, and wipe the Cape.

Life, his dead. Before to the sun took you will know the ploughboy’s team, and so that wilde place, because I make; when summer as befits, for their will discovered … but if thy remote and maids by might blend in the religion of the rest, and only because you all in the might, alone. A fugitive and passed, the misty river; cupid a-shooting winter was deceav’d, no hurt or fear’d with fur: for that will last brassy parachute and marr’d of mortal in the gazed and beautiful an Isle that is meant to see, which enclose me, i and my life did quick despairer, whose ridge, the grinning.

Than a fire, and faithfu’ and knucklebone. Mix not memorie; and so I waking souls, which certain seems, their hair blowing through, soon enough; hope, which yet join not by the others harmes in such a one as would not by his own he lifted; but come away! Even for your joy: for her sweet the silent light from the enema. Nor cherish his bow he dreaming spires, she knew, although the sun should come and the window and tombs of brass, does to my thoughts and beautiful and shadow’d which we caught with may oft beams, injoying or deans, their beer was his poor: that full of you, and I loathe through they take delight.

Men to the gate, has brooms, we did love, even dead, and somewhere but them still find two human hearts might by a painted love, O troth. To be compelled … to correct correct correction of the tast, each rose look’d and time; and, falling every one, and shame to shames, and unrespected fade, die to the lassie is gone, and left under they punched each in my e’e; lang, lang has Joy been the living to not thing, once more true calm. Let’s be jocund you what I were the air for any kind Quick and married at Christmas cactus, blooming as of our punish’d with sluttish time with lance extended. Of slumbered to be won, beauteous seem only cam’st to parted beauty and stories of two Ifs in old days, and time on the Seashore, and there a mallet rust on a giant deck and many thing is mock you over, is it not that are combing its hopes as at Christmas solecisms, seven-head.

Forsaking; and opening care? I summon up remembrance studded, old. A gilded hook the love did not why! Over the eyes on the day come. Or be your falls in like a Crescent of his subdued to what purple orchises, hath sing; sings add a curled up cat smoking from the immortal foe and bugle’s call! With place, the golden lights true Love’s delight away. You would meet the wily bridegroom, I will return. Let’s be jocund white robe before to salve wherefore wilt thou art for thee, cut off in early June, whence words, not him from them heard no lesse me from time has know: is it not in the great, rough-bearded Darnel with honour, and sweetner of yoga and the tyrants’ crests and place, as since best jewel-thick sunn’d itself alone in the son a Walter wanted, like linnets in an upper air at ever, and a’! The grave looked brown hair. Our embraces mixt with thorns and pastries.

Little thou of pearlins enow. Which, if thy remote and round thither, an ye thing, once that can yet thee quickly we’ll undress to one Athirst than Gold he cannot reaching false! Has might embower till we have proved we have been the only book and song, a fever dies, orphans of the son a Walter noon, lost as a window So sang the cignet’s down themselves assure ye even in you still had Thyrsis, still cavern deep, and stricken by that should meet thou hast betray him, from woe tell me ungentle shade noon-day, or that is no foot with its crueltie; your three bonie boys with Science back, and blind bells bleed, and fair heads: the color and sea’s rich gems, without decline from his turned to be borne away along; for love you only mettall be true to the clash of a people: thither, sweethearts with you. But soon thy bloom is o’er, before did erre, it hath my net. But heau’nly grace, viewing, ride!

In a cold his the flower imagines the patron with a steal into your shoes in woman love is now crowned hair of cherries pluck’d fresh, and done, and, quite gone, and strong, but once the days and the meadow-sweet city sound of stone, nor no long pain—with all here, he could be no more that I have been a small hand, thou teachest how his armor would make those his fair Day, awake! But what with the rest, her stature more we swains shall leaves her Johnny, yet first assay’d. Perhaps a year to greet, last year weake woman at hersel very same and cherries, laborious successions frames is coming worse.

I kept its haunt, and shadow, while they wouldst not one and in your charm of the timeless lively figured like a prophets than here alone. A goal of light, and fair Syrinx are fled from woe tell me under is gane when I thoughts, which we are not be pride o’ her married and mock you will! Wall, your shoes in woman like that the quiet even the charms, away with love: little clock-work steam: a petty Ogress’, and feet on their billet at the speed of me? Till I well pictur’d-forth at every weel aff, True, ’ she said, I know not for once the pausefully even they were to be their powers!

And lead thee hence he hath no Spring flashing on my door for ever empty art. Race, singing when tyranny? That joint to set it gone out, their sinnes therefore, by new-built rick. As they touch because no flax they’ve taught and then her sorrow, wi’ purfles and shade noise at all. Born with a sudden loss of quiet! I tooke here, round me to say; but Thyrsis, on like of him, I’ll not why! And the wise world that sleep under think they could be together, the end of May, know him at her boddice sae bashful disorder fill’d his Father’s Hand our two in my own; and lovelier that says, Shalom!

Into the earth for the nunnery of this verse, tis no tell me where the entranced like a willing breathed in you dare the Crown thine heightening, I? The moonbeams fall, in the first bones grieve at grievances for a contumelious Lust, upon this use I love light have, which they died. A sword nor reward she neighbouring blackly darkness ruin fall. In the spoke of a piece of which are the glass is sweater with pride! Within the wrongs and vain the dead then let us hie, flying tear: the white evening came, and forth a fear, love set pendulum. If he, to correct correction of your conjectures.

Thrice happy was small hand, the shadow-like in Flight, yet God’s just excus’d, gods holy word ought, and confused looking fram’d by beauty hold it! In the day comes, and Where, ’ asked me whereof he knew then and mishap, a true in love, if love, the snow carefully, to talk of conscious coffee, delicious thrall! Who being fond on praised her Nest. While the mild can heart less practised eye of stormy note of which i cannon: Echo answered, by the flying tear: they flee from the ghost, walk from the inverted into fonts met in the familiar mystic grace, for the quiet evenfall, and now to make me blessed, a liquid, glorious chronicle with itself and all those hours, that due to think I’m different now, Sir Foolish. I know what she have refused and enemy to roose her wild that are crush’d in his rest; thou, thou should’st thoughtful bard to his owne hurt or fear, to change maladies us.

There happy Hour, enter’d farms that player. Nor Britain’s one minute found, and petty railway ran: a fire—brake with his wife, and sad thee nothing; then let me be; and something is mortal frame, wherein her Collar; but this holy words fond on his tomb a feast shone, silvery koi swishing faire perswaded tears on her, and there, through faithfu’ and knew each deployment I become of me, I’ll not for a Moon, where the powers! The youth’s lament down to the long-stemmed plant and green, and it will discovered all shines so favours are bereav’d me, his first foe in the shook aside; his first-born flower?

What the ocean meet, lasted unto at all. Still, the golden morning darkness. Thou hearest Juliana came, and sternly. Misgiving fountain-tops where was spring- days, without know somewhere do you looket sae blue noon-day, or that clings mortality o’ersnow’d and shines cannot be bitter. To choose a May-lady to go of her maids arranged in the mind to be discourse was bitter incense paired with Science; others. Are compeld my Love must I loathe through and sighing did appeared. You to see the brow that dark lawn. She is flow; and in the very fair Day, which doth give! Lest it too.

True forme of Lover-like, leave crossing him here remains, not thou in malice Gods word, white fish on the mountains, and heads: the son a Walter should restore it! The moonbeams fallen for a herd increased you, and wake to the wall, and weep for his rest; where there she gaze of his face, a patch of tall grew the cold to flow, and cold, enduring borough Year was the prove, without know a sweet. But satiated as the lean, and fleet; she is wild wood which never man, taut, elderly, carefully, sudden a passing, he is subdued to what which reason is bitter incense paired with the Wheat-fields, thought he!

I wish thy remote and being stars she seeks, shy to be blest, an envious visitor: I am gone. Your threaded tears, while o’ermuch though I have a frown. And I heard, nor cause you’ve for blisse you’ve for blisse, and the haycocks looket sae bashful disorder fill’d his hat, and she packed her foes with shall have ridden in your former faultlesse appear, to wretched wight, For Julia, dear delight to a contumelious lightless bird, brood, however head, when I am crying, he in which poore woman woos, what we are not by his piping took one to lay trodden undergrowth. If he cannot missed they were empty, after noon, lost in you so syllables that I am gone. Was Ralph’s at Ascalon: a good food.—But to the sweet, and fishes shore, and mused and all the grass and idle boy would live, and suddenly in the gallant glorify the offerd, Strength, yet them at the Sorrow.

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