OK if I use this as my avatar?
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It is a glacier moving through you
And carving out deep valleys
And creating spectacular landscapes
Glacier, by John Grant
It is a glacier moving through you
And carving out deep valleys
And creating spectacular landscapes
Glacier, by John Grant
and looked with interest but also disdain
at the tiny people on the brige.
She stepped forth,
the water barely covering her socks,
and waited.
The bridge slowly began to rise
to allow her passing.
for the goddess @spunk-rock.bsky.social
and looked with interest but also disdain
at the tiny people on the brige.
She stepped forth,
the water barely covering her socks,
and waited.
The bridge slowly began to rise
to allow her passing.
for the goddess @spunk-rock.bsky.social
and looked with interest but also disdain
at the tiny people on the brige.
She stepped forth,
the water barely covering her socks,
and waited.
The bridge slowly began to rise
to allow her passing.
and looked with interest but also disdain
at the tiny people on the brige.
She stepped forth,
the water barely covering her socks,
and waited.
The bridge slowly began to rise
to allow her passing.
Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard,
Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene
Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast
from "Hymn before Sun-rise"
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In honour of the great @spunk-rock.bsky.social
Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard,
Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene
Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast
from "Hymn before Sun-rise"
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In honour of the great @spunk-rock.bsky.social
Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard,
Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene
Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast
extract from "Hymn before Sun-rise, in the Vale of Chamouni"
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard,
Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene
Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast
extract from "Hymn before Sun-rise, in the Vale of Chamouni"
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I was there, I tell you, that terrible wonderful day when God herself walked the earth.
Others ran, scattered and cried but I would not move from her glory. She saw me...
I was there, I tell you, that terrible wonderful day when God herself walked the earth.
Others ran, scattered and cried but I would not move from her glory. She saw me...