Laura 🇺🇦 🕊️ 🏳️🌈
@mybookandbranch.bsky.social
Pinned
first snow
what happens
to the stories
we’ve never told
what happens
to the stories
we’ve never told
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August 3, 2025 at 2:26 PM
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It's a small thing but such a relief too: after a few years of drought, it's finally not this summer. Minnows are darting in the creek and the bee balm and yellow coneflowers are blooming in profusion.
August 2, 2025 at 8:01 PM
It's a small thing but such a relief too: after a few years of drought, it's finally not this summer. Minnows are darting in the creek and the bee balm and yellow coneflowers are blooming in profusion.
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a green-shadowed wood
light coming in from nowhere
is pigeonwing blue
light coming in from nowhere
is pigeonwing blue
July 29, 2025 at 9:36 PM
a green-shadowed wood
light coming in from nowhere
is pigeonwing blue
light coming in from nowhere
is pigeonwing blue
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Footsteps in the semi-dark. Smooth skin on water. Swift waves on silver sands singing in a voice too low about a time that is not mine and I hold this moment like a poem in my hands.
August 3, 2025 at 4:50 AM
Footsteps in the semi-dark. Smooth skin on water. Swift waves on silver sands singing in a voice too low about a time that is not mine and I hold this moment like a poem in my hands.
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Summer’s end. Carried on the gentlest landward breeze: the delicate, sweet scent of cornflowers in the wildflower meadow. The dry, smoky poppy and the subtle aromatic scent of weld mingled with the honeyed dustiness of blooming beach grasses – pure, fragile summer.
July 29, 2025 at 5:56 AM
Summer’s end. Carried on the gentlest landward breeze: the delicate, sweet scent of cornflowers in the wildflower meadow. The dry, smoky poppy and the subtle aromatic scent of weld mingled with the honeyed dustiness of blooming beach grasses – pure, fragile summer.
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July 28, 2025 at 12:52 PM
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July 26, 2025 at 10:39 AM
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July 25, 2025 at 10:56 AM
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Une trouvaille au premier jour desvac, au bord de l’autoroute:un petit resto, un lac, un côte Blaye et du beau.
July 25, 2025 at 12:40 PM
Une trouvaille au premier jour desvac, au bord de l’autoroute:un petit resto, un lac, un côte Blaye et du beau.
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at the edge of the crowd
July 23, 2025 at 9:58 PM
at the edge of the crowd
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It always comes back to a beach towel drying out over a split rail fence and the sound of a small plane going somewhere
July 22, 2025 at 12:55 PM
It always comes back to a beach towel drying out over a split rail fence and the sound of a small plane going somewhere
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the sparrow
of the lost meadow
flies through
the white voices
at the foot of the hills
of the lost meadow
flies through
the white voices
at the foot of the hills
July 22, 2025 at 3:24 PM
the sparrow
of the lost meadow
flies through
the white voices
at the foot of the hills
of the lost meadow
flies through
the white voices
at the foot of the hills
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In those days, living as we did in the country, without the dubious benefits of radio or television, we had to rely on such primitive forms of amusement as books, quarrelling, parties, and the laughter of our friend.
Gerald Durrell, The Corfu Trilogy
Gerald Durrell, The Corfu Trilogy
July 22, 2025 at 5:54 PM
In those days, living as we did in the country, without the dubious benefits of radio or television, we had to rely on such primitive forms of amusement as books, quarrelling, parties, and the laughter of our friend.
Gerald Durrell, The Corfu Trilogy
Gerald Durrell, The Corfu Trilogy
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Six jars of marmalade and three of strawberry jam all made using our own electricity generated from solar huzzah 🙌🏻 the alchemy of sunshine sugar and fruit crammed into jars
July 22, 2025 at 8:35 PM
Six jars of marmalade and three of strawberry jam all made using our own electricity generated from solar huzzah 🙌🏻 the alchemy of sunshine sugar and fruit crammed into jars
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harvest of dry grass
the tawny corners of fields
brimming with finches
the tawny corners of fields
brimming with finches
July 18, 2025 at 8:32 PM
harvest of dry grass
the tawny corners of fields
brimming with finches
the tawny corners of fields
brimming with finches
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Vendredi soir . À l’estuaire.
July 18, 2025 at 9:08 PM
Vendredi soir . À l’estuaire.
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soft paw prints~
a fox passed
before i woke
a fox passed
before i woke
July 18, 2025 at 5:47 AM
soft paw prints~
a fox passed
before i woke
a fox passed
before i woke
summer nights outside, the kitchen too hot for company. radio drifting through the window screen, the night air heavy with backyard basil and rosemary.
July 18, 2025 at 1:40 AM
summer nights outside, the kitchen too hot for company. radio drifting through the window screen, the night air heavy with backyard basil and rosemary.
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trying to enjoy swimming in a pool & watching the butterflies while a genocide is happening & my brain fucking hurts & my heart is exhausted
July 17, 2025 at 9:28 PM
trying to enjoy swimming in a pool & watching the butterflies while a genocide is happening & my brain fucking hurts & my heart is exhausted
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& tawny owl calls
wip-wip-wip-wip-wi-
& sleep is far away
& they are saying so
wip-wip-wip-wip-wi-
& sleep is far away
& they are saying so
July 18, 2025 at 12:18 AM
& tawny owl calls
wip-wip-wip-wip-wi-
& sleep is far away
& they are saying so
wip-wip-wip-wip-wi-
& sleep is far away
& they are saying so
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hot tea and rain
July 15, 2025 at 2:17 PM
hot tea and rain
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plunging into night
moths swim among the birch leaves
the dusk sky pool-blue
moths swim among the birch leaves
the dusk sky pool-blue
July 9, 2025 at 9:30 PM
plunging into night
moths swim among the birch leaves
the dusk sky pool-blue
moths swim among the birch leaves
the dusk sky pool-blue