I don’t think I can do this anymore.
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“…moss roses, always in bud, pink smooth beauties opening curl on curl, red ones so dark they seemed to turn black as they fell, and a certain exquisite cream kind with a slender red stem and bright scarlet leaves.”
— Katherine Mansfield, from The Prelude. (via loveage-moondream)
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Josef Breitenbach (1896-1984), Light in the Woods, c. 1930 (Gelatin silver print)
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“I could have laughed with you forever, though the moon it seems had other plans. So instead, I walk beside her through endless nights, sharing stories only we remember.”
— The Moon it Seems
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