Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, and you must treat it as a powerful stranger, must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, I have made this place around you, if you leave it you may come back again, saying Here. No two trees are the same to Raven. No two branches are the same to Wren. If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you, you are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows where you are. You must let it find you.

David Wagoner

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April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing 
Memory and desire, stirring 
Dull roots with spring rain. 
Winter kept us warm, covering 
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding 
A little life with dried tubers. 
Summer surprised us,

T.S. Eliot

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http://soundcloud.com/fionaapple/every-single-night

She’s back.

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For an impenetrable shield, stand inside yourself.

Thoreau

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the pilot for GIRLS is streaming on youtube.  watch it. you won’t be disappointed.

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Généralement, les gens qui savant peu parlent becoup, et les gens qui savant beaucoup parlent peu.

Rousseau

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rode my bike to work today. cellphone flew out of my hands mid ride into the center of a four way intersection. i immediately threw my bike onto the side walk, stopped traffic with my body and rescued my phone. walked back to my to my bike who’s front tire was no longer functioning because my basket crushed my fender making my front tire completely immobile. stopped a mexican man on the street. he fixed my tire.

i am alive.

happy friday,

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bought a vintage raleigh today.

rode it home.

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uno no puede tapar el sol con la mano

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I will meet you in the middle.

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