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· Oct 11
I don’t know how to be silent when my heart is speaking.”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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Peek-A-Boo (2018)
by Malcolm T Liepke
by Malcolm T Liepke
August 31, 2025 at 9:46 AM
Peek-A-Boo (2018)
by Malcolm T Liepke
by Malcolm T Liepke
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What do they say?
They talk about their lives.
To have lived is not enough for them.
They have to talk about it.
(From Samuel Beckett's, "Waiting for Godot")
#Sculpture Igor Mitoraj
#ArtSky #BookSky
They talk about their lives.
To have lived is not enough for them.
They have to talk about it.
(From Samuel Beckett's, "Waiting for Godot")
#Sculpture Igor Mitoraj
#ArtSky #BookSky
July 12, 2025 at 2:38 AM
What do they say?
They talk about their lives.
To have lived is not enough for them.
They have to talk about it.
(From Samuel Beckett's, "Waiting for Godot")
#Sculpture Igor Mitoraj
#ArtSky #BookSky
They talk about their lives.
To have lived is not enough for them.
They have to talk about it.
(From Samuel Beckett's, "Waiting for Godot")
#Sculpture Igor Mitoraj
#ArtSky #BookSky
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Clown In The Moon
My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
― Dylan Thomas
#Poetry
My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
― Dylan Thomas
#Poetry
July 12, 2025 at 3:08 AM
Clown In The Moon
My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
― Dylan Thomas
#Poetry
My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
― Dylan Thomas
#Poetry
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taking a little break…
photo- geof kern
photo- geof kern
May 5, 2025 at 10:46 AM
taking a little break…
photo- geof kern
photo- geof kern
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Singing in silhouette…
#ShareMondays2025
#birds #UKBirds #birdwatching #birdphotography #birdsofbluesky #UKWildlife #ThePhotoHour
#ShareMondays2025
#birds #UKBirds #birdwatching #birdphotography #birdsofbluesky #UKWildlife #ThePhotoHour
May 5, 2025 at 12:20 PM
Singing in silhouette…
#ShareMondays2025
#birds #UKBirds #birdwatching #birdphotography #birdsofbluesky #UKWildlife #ThePhotoHour
#ShareMondays2025
#birds #UKBirds #birdwatching #birdphotography #birdsofbluesky #UKWildlife #ThePhotoHour
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Lady with a horse
by Béla Kádár
by Béla Kádár
May 6, 2025 at 8:39 AM
Lady with a horse
by Béla Kádár
by Béla Kádár
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The Angel Standing in the Sun
by William Turner
by William Turner
May 6, 2025 at 8:44 AM
The Angel Standing in the Sun
by William Turner
by William Turner
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#Photography Robert & Shana ParkeHarrison
May 5, 2025 at 5:36 PM
#Photography Robert & Shana ParkeHarrison
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