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utopia-lost · 2 years ago
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"Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood."
– George Orwell
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even boulders turn into sand
wherever you go, that's where I am
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utopia-lost · 2 years ago
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to be alone in the woods
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utopia-lost · 2 years ago
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this morning I was up early and sitting alone when I saw some birds with an odd shape and size -- long necks and small heads. Like a duck. I got our my 'nocs and my reference books and sure enough, I had 3 female wood ducks blessing my yard.
I cried. It's easy to forget good things can happen sometimes.
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utopia-lost · 2 years ago
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a light in the attic
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utopia-lost · 2 years ago
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yesterday I soaked in the hot tub for 2.5 hours in the middle of the work day.
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utopia-lost · 2 years ago
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at least I have the birds
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utopia-lost · 2 years ago
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nothing is funnier than ai generated frogs.
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utopia-lost · 2 years ago
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You can’t only love her when you want to
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utopia-lost · 2 years ago
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Northern Flickers are woodpeckers, but they mostly hunt for ants on the ground. one visited the front yard today and I watched her through my binoculars while I should have been working.
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utopia-lost · 2 years ago
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How much sorrow can I take? Blackbird on my shoulder And what difference does it make When this love is over?
Shall I sleep within your bed? River of unhappiness Hold your hands upon my head 'Til I breathe my last breath
Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me The last time that you touched me Oh, will wonders ever cease? Blessed be the mystery of love
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utopia-lost · 2 years ago
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They call them rogues They travel fast and alone One hundred foot faces Of God's good ocean gone wrong What they call love is a risk You'll always get hit Out of nowhere By some wave and end up on your own
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utopia-lost · 2 years ago
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he visited me yesterday; his territory is 40 acres and it was lovely to see him
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utopia-lost · 2 years ago
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closely held daydreams
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utopia-lost · 2 years ago
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Difficult not to feel a little bit Disappointed and passed over When I look right through To see you naked but oblivious And you don't see me
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