One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.
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strawberries | raspberries | currants | cherries
— by Virginia Granberry (1831-1921)
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A Chevrolet Fleetmaster aka the "Woodie Wagon" squeezes through the Tunnel Tree.
Sequoia National Park
1949
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18th century ottoman and indian daggers with sheaths
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oh my god there are so many books to read and instruments to learn and languages to speak and poems to write and oranges to eat and ideologies to study and songs to sing and films to watch and people to kiss and
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