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The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it’s gone.Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance, when you’re perfectly free. - Rumi

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The places we have been happy call us back, like happiness itself.

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thephysicalisanillusion: demonagerie: British Library, Harley 3469 f. 30v. Salomon Trismosin, Splendor Solis (1582). “Miniature of a black sun (sol niger) setting on the outskirts of a city.”

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theworldwelivein: Rattray Head sunrise, Aberdeenshire, Scotland (by iancowe)

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Countryside by ~Dufresne~ on Flickr.

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©2011 by starrymessenger

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grayskymorning: untitled by .ali scott on Flickr.

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