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Song of the day #6
Obadiah Parker - Hey Ya Cover
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And the song said “Let’s be happy”…I was happy…
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assemblyglassworks
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ilove1987
I look normal but i talk to cats like they can respond.
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muuuuuuusic
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Danxia landform, China by Melinda Chan
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De La Soul - Dinninit!
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i have a home and it might just be me.
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This gate is a masterpiece of optical illusion - Vienna's Theresia Arena.
small things, I guess. I refilled my prescription and got my Covid/flu vaccines. I cleaned the kitchen. I wrote a postcard to a friend I love. I took out the trash. I found some snoopy stickers. I went on a walk.
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Anyway.
Hand on my heart. Hand on my stupid heart.
[Transcription:
Meditations in an Emergency, by Cameron Awkward-Rich.
I wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside. I ride the train, walk among the buildings, men in Monday suits. The flight of doves, the city of tents beneath the underpass, the huddled mass, old women hawking roses, & children all of them, break my heart. There's a dream I have in which I love the world. I run from end to end like fingers through her hair. There are no borders, only wind. Like you, I was born. Like you, I was raised in the institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand on my stupid heart.
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Preben Fjederholt (Danish, 1955-2000), Efterår [Autumn], 1997. Oil on canvas, 120 x 120.5 cm. Statens Museum for Kunst, Copenhagen