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walking into may with inspiration
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Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
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yum 😋
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we long for what we cannot love / to be freed from our boundaries / I long for life for Italy #pattismith 5.5.22 #♥️
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when you & your fav store match #goodvibes #friday 💛
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Friday night
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Waitin’ on a Sunny Day
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the weight of the world is love
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When you believe
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And your own life while it's happening to you never has any atmosphere until it's a memory. Andy Warhol
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The Eye Altering Alters All
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Straight and slen - der / Youth - ful ten - der / Love shows the way / And ne - ver says nay Allen Ginsberg
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The Two Truths of “Change”
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My fav month #May 💕
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walking through leaves of grass 💚 . . . . May 💕
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I have had my dream - like others . . .
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#May #💚
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A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. #waltwhitman #leavesofgrass
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And that a kelson of the creation is love, And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields #Walthitman #Songofmyself #leavesofgrass
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You’ve got mail
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I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy #WaltWhitman #songofmyself #leavesofgrass 💚
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I wanted to quit every other day for the past 27 years
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foggy dreams
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I wanna take shelter from the poison rain / Where the streets have no name
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#ukrainewoneurovision2022 💙💛
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#behappy #lovesunday ♥️
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never neglect your body, heart & soul ♥️
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The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good / amid these, O me, O life? / Answer. / That you are here—that life exists and identity, / That the powerful play goes on, and you may / contribute a verse.
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💚♥️
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#superhappiness 💚
