The world spins madly on

Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own heart




― Liv & Ingmar (2012)
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I found the experience of falling in love or being in love was a death, a death of everything. You kind of watch yourself die in a wonderful way, and you experience for the briefest moment – if you see yourself for a moment through their eyes – everything you believed about yourself gone. In a death-and-rebirth sense.

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for me, poetry is less an art, and more an artificial heart; keeping the veins of sanity from collapsing—hopelessness from relapsing.

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    October Coastpath by Sandy Dooley

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    This impressionistic landscape painting is inspired by walking along Pembrokeshire coastpaths. Autumn is a beautiful season, misty with amazing colour …
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