“Everywhere transience is plunging into the depths of Being… It is our task to imprint this temporary, perishable earth into ourselves so deeply, so painfully and passionately, that its essence can rise again, “invisibly,” inside us. We are the bees of the invisible. We wildly collect the honey of the visible, to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.”
Rainer Maria Rilke

"In the Clouds" by Michael Perry

“Refuse all cooperation with the heart’s death.”
— Mary Oliver

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West coast Wild Fennel by Michelle Morin

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“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large — I contain multitudes.”
— Walt Whitman 

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“If you could only see what you’re not seeing! If you could only take in all the complex layers of horrors that lie just beyond your range of sight. If you could only see the world as it really is: it is awful, and on fire, and beautiful.”
Welcome to Night Vale, episode 26, “Faceless Old Woman”

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Woman With A Parasol in a Garden (1875)
Pierre-Auguste Renoir

Woman With A Parasol in a Garden (1875)

Pierre-Auguste Renoir

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What form she pleased each thing would take
That e’er she did behold

Warwick Goble, from The book of fairy poetry, by Dora Owen, London, New York, 1920.

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a place for stories: study in green, part four (by manyfires)

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