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An early medieval round tower viewed from a woodland glade…Glendalough, Co Wicklow
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Green explotion
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The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief,
Philip Larkin, from “The Trees,” The Complete Poems of Philip Larkin, ed. Archie Burnett (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2012)
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City of the Gondolindrim by Pete Amachree
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Crimea, Arkhip Kuindzhi
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Heavy rain on a cemetery in New Orleans (shared from Glam Beckett)
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love like sunlight through the blinds, radiance diffused, spilling through at the edges, glowing red through sleepy eyelids– hints of a whole sky, patient and flooded with dawn, just beyond.
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I don’t understand when I chop my finger instead of the onion. I don’t understand why nothing heals.
— Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore, from The Freezer Door (via lifeinpoetry)
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Jakub Schikaneder (Czech, 1855 – 1924)
Silent Sea (Nocturne), 1922–24
Oil on canvas, 99.1 x 129.5 cm
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Michael Donovan (American, based Los Angeles, CA, USA) - Nostalgia, Photography
Source: studiodonovan.com
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