La belle vie #sup #sunset #lake #peace

1000 sats to the person who can guess where I filmed this ;) #bloomscrolling #flowerstr #nature #bitcoin #grownostr

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September summer 🧡 #sunset #wirefoxterrier

Intimacy - into me you see🪞 Deep intimate connections is what I live for. Those are only possible when you’re deeply connected and intimate with yourself. #grownostr #wisdom

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In nature is where I find myself. #serenity #nature #beauty #feminine #woman #bloomscrolling #river #sunset

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One of the most beautiful erotic novels I’ve ever read. #atlasshrugged #aynrand

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Nostalgia a poem by Kylie Flavell It is an affliction, an addiction my solace and my gift. A love affair with detail A time traveller adrift. A sentimental sorrow for the temporal and the fleeting. Beckoned by the bygone. Though it sometimes feels like cheating on the present, in his splendour, he is now and he is here. But the past she spins me round and round and whispers in my ear. And the dance is so enchanting And I’ve lived the song she plays So I feel like I may trust her With her tender, earnest gaze. And what, say you, of ‘future’? Does he even get a chance? Why, yes! For sentimental is a trinity of trance… Enraptured by the moment, Sweet aching when it’s past, Then dreaming of domani, Plans to make that feeling last. Let us not describe the sensitive As lacking sense or might, We do not rage, dear Dylan, we go gentle in the night. They think our spell is maudlin That we are bygones’ servant But we’re also keenly present, ever porous and observant How else could we recall with such dimension and detail If we were not acutely conscious Inhalation and exhale. And when I left that lover, laughter stolen, scenes of theft, My heart accepts the haunting, not just his remains bereft And I loathe the cruel archiving of a half life lived and weathered I’m the one who cuts the cord, but my nature leaves me tethered. And they ask me why so picky, Take some casual lovers too But when you’re clay that carries imprints Only gentlemen will do. And the truth is though relentless Soaring high, then writhing low We’re the ones who live with goosebumps Where the heart beats fast, we go. We are artists, we are activists Some are nurses healing pain For our empathy resplendent is a kite string not a chain. I would not trade nostalgia, Sensitivity profound For a simple life robotic, Senses dulled to light and sound. For though we’re sometimes weary, Though our cheeks are often wet We’re the ones who live intensely, We’re the hearts who won’t forget.

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