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the curious musings of an ordinary life..

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mama owl
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I record everything at where ada likes to wonder but duplicate what is there over here for the lovely people I've met here...

I am also magpies and apples for mumblings, ramblings, inspirations and whispers, my not-so-secret secret place...

moon resized and colored...

If you were coming in the fall,
I’d brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.
If I could see you in a year,
I’d wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.

If only centuries delayed,
I’d count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen’s land.

If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I’d toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.

But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time’s uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.

— Emily Dickinson


(all photos & artwork my own, please do not take)



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