Ulrica Hume
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Author of An Uncertain Age and House of Miracles. Labyrinth guide. . www.ulricahume.com . Read story: https://www.thedodgemag.com/ulricahume1
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be not afraid. focus instead on the bright day coming, when all will be returned to a way long before. the atomic love is all. it causes the wind to blow, the flowers to lean towards the sun. it is the sound of the waves whispering to the shore.
uhume.bsky.social
be not afraid. focus instead on the bright day coming, when all will be returned to a way long before. the atomic love is all. it causes the wind to blow, the flowers to lean towards the sun. it is the sound of the waves whispering to the shore.
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As the future ripens in the past,
so the past rots in the future—
a terrible festival of dead leaves.

~Anna Akhmatova
[The Orchard by Clarence H. White (1902)]
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“Dance, dance, otherwise we are lost.”
― Pina Bausch
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“I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me. I am arch, gay, languid, melancholy by turns. I am rooted, but I flow.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?

~Virginia Woolf, Orlando
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uhume.bsky.social
the good is uniting against these forces, and so is made stronger. the fight being not a fight at all but rather a dimension of love. looking back, you will see a profound innocence. all things change.
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A peacock in the garden this afternoon
A peacock butterfly—mostly red, with a large 'eye' motif of pale blue and yellow on each wing—on an orange flower
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The princess and the pea:
Senior sheltie mix dog resting on two dog beds in front of a window.
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We dreamed how we were perfect, and we were.
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Luigi Loir - The Night Café 1910
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strategywoman.bsky.social
A gorgeous autumn
has come to Kyiv.
All scents of gold
are breathing on the trees.

How’s the weather
where you are?
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𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲
uhume.bsky.social
i can see why you'd misremember!
uhume.bsky.social
you asked him many times--that's hilarious. all of which supports my theory that the story is never over.
uhume.bsky.social
i once "worked" for a descendant of Tennyson's at Temple Chambers. this involved making tea and writing my first novel. i cannot hear these words without thinking of him (now crossed the bar), that time, etc.
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uhume.bsky.social
the moon is earth's guardian angel
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after Yakamochi

long autumn nights–
cold autumn nights–
windy autumn nights–
sleepless autumn nights–
autumn nights alone

9.X.25
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