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Leigh HR
@leighhr.bsky.social
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Dual-National (US/UK) writer, traveler, and trampoline champion who does her own stunts.
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This really hasn’t gotten enough attention this week.

@wired.com #ICE
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November 5, 2025 at 11:09 PM
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My mum-in-law, who passed 3years ago, was good friends with Ms. Scales. They did plays together. Sad day. RIP.
October 28, 2025 at 8:43 PM
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Why is Apple, Microsoft, Lockheed Martin, Blackstone, Google, OpenAI, Amazon and others financing the destruction of the WH and desecration of the grounds, something that is infuriating to huge chunk of the American population? Do you hate your customers that much?
October 22, 2025 at 11:32 PM
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I love autumn and I love Paris. Got me on both.
vjonesphoto.bsky.social Virginia Jones @vjonesphoto.bsky.social · 29d
Automne á Paris. Notre Dame
#photography #paris
October 19, 2025 at 6:04 AM
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October 18, 2025 at 11:10 AM
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What do you think of the statement? 🤔
October 10, 2025 at 12:54 PM
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CEO-to-worker pay ratio in 1965: 20-1

CEO-to-worker pay ratio in 1990: 75-1

CEO-to-worker pay ratio today: 280-to-1

Trickle-down economics was always a sham.

Nothing has ever trickled down.
September 25, 2025 at 4:45 PM
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This sweet little guy is my nephew. He is 5. He always called me “Markandleigh.” He gave the same name to my husband. But, now, a big boy, he learned that “Mark” and “Leigh” are different people. So, now, he just calls me “Mark.”
September 16, 2025 at 9:44 AM
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Scottish sports lovers: This is two weeks of sporting events in Aberdeenshire. #PittodrieStadium #AberdeenUni #DonaldDinnie #AboyneHighlandGames #tartan #kilts #bagpipes
August 13, 2025 at 3:22 PM
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August 11, 2025 at 7:55 AM
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Of the many joys of living in Scotland: a massed pipe band. #AboyneHighlandGames #Scotland #bagpipes #tartan #kilts
August 11, 2025 at 8:15 PM
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Rainbows and barley: A view from my back window. What do you see from your window? #Nature #farming #Rainbows #Scotland
August 6, 2025 at 7:56 PM
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Breaking for weeks allows the media and influencers to run wild covering the Epstein story while Congress is out. Don’t let them look the other way when distractions are created.
July 22, 2025 at 7:51 AM
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I rubbed #GreyfriarsBobby ‘s wee nose to send good luck to my friends back in L.A. and all over the U.S. Lots of love! #LosAngeles #Edinburgh #Scotland
June 12, 2025 at 1:57 PM
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I want one of those! #minimexicancybertruck #betterthantheoriginal
June 12, 2025 at 1:48 PM
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On our weekend trip to #Edinburgh, we learned of this surgeon who taught medical school. He was buried in #Greyfriars Kirkyard. His skeleton is surrounded by the tools of his trade while he still teaches from a textbook in his hand. #macabre #Scotland #tombstone
June 10, 2025 at 3:04 PM
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We are, indeed, proud of the connection. 🙏❤️ Thank you.
bigjosh84.bsky.social Joshua Walker @bigjosh84.bsky.social · Jun 8
That’s an incredible connection—Bosie remains one of the most complex and pivotal figures in literary history. What a legacy to be linked to. Wilde’s love for him shaped some of the most hauntingly beautiful writing ever penned. 🖋️🌈
June 9, 2025 at 10:06 AM
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Small tidbit: My husband’s great, great (or so) uncle, Lord Alfred Douglas, nickname “Bosie”, was his lover. #Pride #OscarWilde
bigjosh84.bsky.social Joshua Walker @bigjosh84.bsky.social · Jun 7
For #PrideMonth, I’m honoring Oscar Wilde—poet, wit, and rebel of beauty. His words defied shame and celebrated love with elegance and fire. Here are some Wilde-inspired pieces I’ve written in tribute. 💙🌈
#blueskypoets #pride #poems #OscarWilde
A decadent, gothic-style poem reflecting on a love that was both intoxicating and destructive. Inspired by Wildean beauty and ruin, it explores how sacredness can exist even in sin and heartbreak. Velvet Ruins Beneath the chandelier of guilt and gin, I kissed a mouth that reeked of prayer and sin. Your beauty staggered—opiate and bloom— a velvet ruin aching to consume. The glass decayed, the mirror told a lie: you were the ghost that danced behind the sky. I wore you like a tailored hurt—divine— with roses rotting in their grand design. You whispered truths like polished arsenic, each vow a blade, each smile a clever trick. I sang in silence while the saints looked on— still drunk on dusk long after you were gone. I did not flinch as love began to fade— some sins are sacred, even as they’re made. Alt Text: A solemn, intimate poem written as a letter to a lost love punished for desire. Inspired by queer history and Oscar Wilde’s legacy, it mourns injustice and celebrates the resilience of forbidden love. Epistle for the Forgotten To the man I loved in shadows and in chains, whose hands once held the hymn behind my veins, I have buried your name beneath cathedral stones, and wept in silence for your phantom tones. They caged you not for crime but for desire, as if love’s spark could not be kissed by fire. I held your letters like forbidden psalms your ache, your hunger folded into palms. The world, so quick to brand and crucify, has no soft place for men who bleed and cry. Yet still I dream of you on nights like these, when loneliness moves quiet through the trees. May they forget the chains but not the flame you were a storm, and I still speak your name. A dark, elegant sonnet blending sharp wit and longing, reflecting a complex identity wrapped in glamour and defiance. This poem honors Oscar Wilde’s legacy of beauty, truth, and scandal in a modern voice. The Last Wildean I dress in shadow stitched with threads of gold, a wit too sharp to pass for mere disguise. Beneath my smile, a longing takes its hold the orphaned truth that dances in my eyes. I quote the stars, then drink their borrowed light, a dandy’s mask adorned with bruised perfume. My sins, though soft, still scandalize the night, and bloom like roses torn too soon to bloom. The world would trade all velvet for the whip, yet shame still stutters when it speaks my name. I sip from ruin’s cup with poised lip half-ghost, half-laugh, half-love, and wholly flame. Let marble gods condemn me if they must I kissed the truth, though crowned in ash and dust. A poetic prose piece defending the beauty found in what society calls sin, embracing honesty and light in a world that often rejects both. Inspired by Wilde’s courage to shine despite hatred. Brief Defense of the Beautiful Sin Call it sin if you must, but I have worn it like silk—soft, scandalous, and shimmering in defiance. What they name vice, I name memory. I name longing. I name the breath held too long behind cathedral ribs. Beauty, they say, must behave. But I have seen beauty weep, kiss, and curse—and in that trembling, I found God. They taught me to bury the parts that glittered; Wilde taught me to wear them. His mistake was not his love, but that he dared to be luminous in a room that hated the light. And so yes, I defend the beautiful sin, not for its rebellion, but for its honesty. For its music. For the mirror it holds to the faces of the damned and says, “You are not ugly. You were never ugly. You were only honest in a dishonest world.”
June 7, 2025 at 11:04 AM
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What a champ!
weratedogs.com WeRateDogs @weratedogs.com · Jun 5
This is Lola. She is one of the most skilled soccer dribblers we've ever seen, so it makes sense that she's already capturing footage for her documentary. 14/10
June 6, 2025 at 1:44 PM
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Frequently, we find a family of pheasants feasting on foliage in the field just feet away, framed in the foreground. I’m a fanatical fan. … More alliteration is welcome.
June 4, 2025 at 12:08 PM
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When temps recently dropped into the 30s, our heater was broken! While waiting for a new part, we relied on Victorian methods from my MIL’s youth during “the war” to keep warm. We bundled up, stoked a fire and slid a bed pig under the sheets — a first for ex-pat me. It stayed toasty all night.
June 3, 2025 at 9:25 AM
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A date night must
whimsicalmuse.bsky.social The Whimsical Muse @whimsicalmuse.bsky.social · Jun 1
Okay but hear me out:

Nighttime bookstores 🌙 📚
June 2, 2025 at 4:04 PM
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In rural Scotland, where we live in summers, hares roam wild and free in the fields and forest surrounding our home. They cross our gravel driveway, and nibble and frolic in the fields all day. Such delightful creatures. #ScotishLife #Hare #Nature
June 2, 2025 at 10:36 AM
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It’s a problem, too, because I’m in the UK and the daily Letter Boxed doesn’t post until 8:00 am here. That messes with the marathon.😜
robbiemaakestad.bsky.social Robbie Maakestad @robbiemaakestad.bsky.social · Jun 1
That’s like an ultramarathon! I actually don’t enjoy letter Boxed for some reason
June 1, 2025 at 4:47 PM