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Something fun I made after browsing online for glasses.
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Mellow Skies by Linda Monfort
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Beachy Head, Summer 2013.
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She was at once so resolute and so dreamy, so sensual and so intelligent. She also was intensely private. What she knew best was how it felt to be alone, unique, isolated. She was lacking in the sense of a solid communal life; What bound people together escaped her. What separated them was an object of wonder, delight and despair. She seemed as detached from herself as from everyone else. — Stephen Spender, on Virginia Woolf (via wanduring)
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The Appalachian Trail crossing over the Blue Ridge Parkway, two very different roads.
God’s grace calls you to suffer and it calls you to wait, but it never calls you to stand in your own strength or to stand alone. — Paul Tripp (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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