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meeresstille:

by Louis Savage
"In autumn, he will die like a fig
shriveled, sweet, and full of himself.
The leaves dry out on the ground
and the naked branches point
To the place where there is time for everything."
group-eight:

Umbria
Fred Ingrams
tierradentro:

“Green Wheat Fields, Auvers”, 1890, Vincent van Gogh.
golden-fists:

cari what the fuck
andy says “why”

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