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Oud Gitarist | creativity feeds the soul
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I shoot with…. Creativity feeds the soul. What is my best photo? The one I shoot tomorrow. April 27, 2013. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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saharan wilderness | of life's deserts, winds and storms | Page 2
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Of life's deserts, winds and storms. July 25, 2014 – 1:41 am. Nadine Gordimer – South Africa. 8216;I have failed at many things, but I have never been afraid’. We are such stuff. April 5, 2014 – 9:49 pm. You do look, my son, in a moved sort,. As if you were dismayed. Be cheerful, sir. Our revels now are ended. These our actors,. As I foretold you, were all spirits and. Are melted into air, into thin air;. And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,. The cloud capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,. And w...
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lover of the secret | saharan wilderness
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Of life's deserts, winds and storms. Lover of the secret. February 22, 2014 – 11:27 pm. By Syrian poet Ghada al-Samman. Smouldering with your love, burning with the fires of my madness,. But inside my brain’s calcified shell. Hiding even its secret smoke. The fingers of your love nudging my shoulder. Every time I go to sleep, one cell after the other wakes me. Oh, when will laziness sigh in the white sheets of my bed,. When will laziness lead me to yawning and the pillows of indifference? I thought of you.
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A Farmers Market | creativity feeds the soul
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I shoot with…. Creativity feeds the soul. What is my best photo? The one I shoot tomorrow. April 26, 2013. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). This entry was posted in Food.
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Devotion | creativity feeds the soul
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A workers tale | creativity feeds the soul
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Hamed from Muharraq II | creativity feeds the soul
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I shoot with…. Creativity feeds the soul. What is my best photo? The one I shoot tomorrow. Hamed from Muharraq II. February 3, 2013. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window).
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when you are old | saharan wilderness
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Of life's deserts, winds and storms. When you are old. August 3, 2014 – 2:25 am. By Irish poet William Butler Yeats. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. I thought of you.
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desiderata | saharan wilderness
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Of life's deserts, winds and storms. March 30, 2014 – 3:51 pm. By American writer, poet. Laquo; lover of the secret. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. I thought of you.
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August | 2014 | saharan wilderness
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Of life's deserts, winds and storms. Monthly Archives: August 2014. I thought of you. August 3, 2014 – 2:41 am. 8211; by American poet Sarah Teasdale. I thought of you and how you love this beauty,. And walking up the long beach all alone. I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder. As you and I once heard their monotone. Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me. The cold and sparkling silver of the sea —. We two will pass through death and ages lengthen. Before you hear that sound again with me.