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Dirt & Bone Witch. Feral. Woods. Ocean. Words. Books. The Weird. Poet. Magpie at heart. Mother of Squirrels and Magpies and Crows. Odd, strange little thing. 🇳🇴 🐻❄️🐭

🐺 Mor til Ailo 🐺. ❤️ Kona til 🐻 ♾️.
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Sunrise: 8:42 a.m.
Sunset: 3:33 p.m.

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Frost-covered branches.
November 26, 2025 at 6:11 AM
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"Crow looking up at a gnat" (1918)

~Jan Mankes (Dutch, 1889-1920)
A crow looking up at a gnat.
November 25, 2025 at 4:59 PM
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Goodtime Jesus ~ James Tate
Goodtime Jesus Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been dreaming so deep there was nothing left in his head. What was it? A nightmare, dead bodies walking all around him, eyes rolled back, skin falling off. But he wasn't afraid of that. It was a beautiful day. How 'bout some coffee? Don't mind if I do. Take a little ride on my donkey, I love that donkey. Hell, I love everybody. James Tate (1979)
November 25, 2025 at 4:51 PM
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Late Fragment ~ Raymond Carver
Late Fragment by Raymond Carver And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.
November 25, 2025 at 4:48 PM
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Out for a (cold) walk and (hot) coffee.

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Ailo, me, and Bjørn in the woods, having a kiss and dog cuddles while we wait for the coffee to brew. You can't tell, but it was snowing a little. Ailo napping in the woods. Bjørn tending the fire for our coffee. 🥰❤️
November 25, 2025 at 4:15 PM
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Nocturne ~ Max Ernst (1967)
Nocturne ~ Max Ernst (1967)
November 24, 2025 at 5:47 PM
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November Graveyard ~ Sylvia Plath
November Graveyard The scene stands stubborn: skinflint trees Hoard last year's leaves, won't mourn, wear sackcloth, or tum To elegiac dryads, and dour grass Guards the hard-hearted emerald of its grassiness However the grandiloquent mind may scorn Such poverty. No dead men's cries Flower forget-me-nots between the stones Paving this grave ground. Here's honest rot To unpick the heart, pare bone Free of the fictive vein. When one stark skeleton Bulks real, all saints' tongues fall quiet: Flies watch no resurrections in the sun. At the essential landscape stare, stare Till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind: Whatever lost ghosts flare, Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor Rave on the leash of the starving mind Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.
November 24, 2025 at 4:04 PM
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"Andungen" ~ Ingebjorg Froydis Stoyva (Norwegian, b.1978)

(Giclée print)
A young girl with long brown hair, wearing a red tunic or shift dress, holds a swan in her arms and looks directly at the viewer. Neither the girl nor the swan look especially pleased.
November 24, 2025 at 4:03 PM
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On the last few pages of The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue this morning and this is next up: The Bone Clocks by David Mitchell. It's been on my to-read list quite a long time.
Cover for The Bone Clocks by David Mitchell.
November 24, 2025 at 6:01 AM
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"Thaw" ~ Maggie Smith
THAW When I turn off the lamp, the room is lit by birds. Hundreds are frozen in the trees as if encrusted in sugar, their feathers crystallized, beaks frosted shut, each open eye a dark, glittering gumdrop. Come thaw, they'll pry themselves from these limbs and leave, unfastening their candied eyes from me. But tonight I'm frozen in their gaze. Their bodies bathe me in a cool, sweet light. I lie awake and listen as the rain begins— water gnawing at a harder form of itself.
November 23, 2025 at 7:52 PM
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from Moments Of Being: Unpublished
Writings ~ Virginia Woolf
I AM SOMEONE WHO THINKS AND FEELS MUCH - MORE THAN IS REASONABLE. AND THAT IS ALL.
November 23, 2025 at 7:42 PM
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The Star Tarot ~ Leonora Carrington
The Star tarot card by Leonora Carrington.
November 22, 2025 at 10:21 AM
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To Be Alive To be alive: not just the carcass But the spark. That's crudely put, but... If we're not supposed to dance, Why all this music? GREGORY ORR
November 21, 2025 at 6:43 PM
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~from the unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath
August 25 - Breakfast, then, with the toast and jam, bacon and coffee, all good-smelling and warm, with outside the sun-bright pieces of the day waiting. You talking with all, and I listening, thinking, oh, I want a lot to grow to know you.
November 21, 2025 at 10:58 AM
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Rewilding ~ Sarah Jarrett (collage)
Collage. A woman's face with a series of images such as a crow, a tree, flowers, and the word "love."
November 20, 2025 at 8:11 AM
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From last November. A previous life. Gloucester, MA.
Sunlit flower in my open hand. November sun.
November 19, 2025 at 3:09 PM
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Afternoon in the hills. Sun visible through trees. Afternoon sunlight spills across grass and moss in the Norwegian woods.
November 19, 2025 at 2:28 PM
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Artist: Olga Haydamaka
Artist: Olga Haydamaka Artist: Olga Haydamaka Artist: Olga Haydamaka Artist: Olga Haydamaka
November 19, 2025 at 11:09 AM
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November 18, 2025 at 2:03 PM
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Sunrise: 8:22 a.m.
Sunset: 3:47 p.m.

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Brown leaf covered in ice crystals. Late sun in the background. Brown leaf covered in ice crystals. Late sun in the background.
November 18, 2025 at 2:02 PM
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Artist:
Esben Hanefelt Kristensen (Danish).
Esben Hanefelt Kristensen (Danish). Esben Hanefelt Kristensen (Danish). Esben Hanefelt Kristensen (Danish). Esben Hanefelt Kristensen (Danish).
November 18, 2025 at 10:50 AM
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Marie Howe ✨
"Persephone and Demeter" My mother needn't have pretended to be appalled, she knows all about the under dark. The seed must break open to rise. My mother is a god; she wanted to spare me. But my nature is nature. Like everything alive I was meant to be split open, to blossom, to be sucked, to be eaten, to lean, to bend, to wither, to die and die and die until I died.
November 17, 2025 at 8:46 PM
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Sometimes, between two people, something happens. Rarely, very rarely, a whole world is born. A tiny microcosm, where you can always find shelter, even when the rest of the world is falling apart. —Hannah Arendt
November 17, 2025 at 4:55 PM
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The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab.
Cover for The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab.
November 17, 2025 at 6:02 AM
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i dag.

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Frosty ice crystals covering a green bush with red berries.
November 16, 2025 at 3:13 PM