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moonlight disappears down the hills mountains vanish into fog and i vanish into poetry. ~Sanober Khan
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hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic... Van Morrison
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jungle 💚 Parque Nacional Braulio Carrillo, Costa Rica The drive across Costa Rica is a tad harrowing, but oh my goodness the views!!
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*life in the slow lane* This three-toed sloth has been our tree-dwelling neighbour during our stay in Costa Rica. Yesterday, we watched as she (?) ventured out on a skinny little branch. Well, it didn't hold her and down she came!! Yikes!! A 30 foot drop
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*just this* First day of 2016. Hope you all had a wonderful first day. Fresh starts and new beginnings never get old.
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*by the sea* Happy New Year, all my ig peeps! Somehow we missed an entire season together (entirely my fault 🙈). So sorry to miss all of your snaps! Wishing each of you: A year full of awe and wonder 😘 Currently enjoying the soun
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I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings. ~Mary Oliver
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I began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. If you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it at full speed ahead. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. ~Roald Dahl
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I'd swear, I heard music 😱👻 Taken at Tranquille Sanatorium, a former tuberculosis sanatorium. This is the doctor's residence and one of over 40 empty buildings that sit on the large property. Oh the photo possibilities! 😊
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The world isn't just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no? Doesn't that make life a story? ~Yann Martel
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Every act of perception, is to some degree an act of creation, and every act of memory is to some degree an act of imagination. ~Oliver Sacks
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I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses. ~Friedrich Nietzsche
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🔹in between places🔹 I thought I was done with my holiday snaps, but the mountains are still on my mind. And so, I think I'll linger there, just a little bit longer, if only via my insta feed.
