Corsica’s soul intertwined—
Nature’s masterpiece.
Corsica’s soul intertwined—
Nature’s masterpiece.
Ocean’s fierce whisper,
Winds howl, rain lashes the deep,
Waves rise, then vanish.
Ocean’s fierce whisper,
Winds howl, rain lashes the deep,
Waves rise, then vanish.
Cigar tendrils dance,
Strong and sweet in the evening air,
Wine’s kiss warms the soul.
Cigar tendrils dance,
Strong and sweet in the evening air,
Wine’s kiss warms the soul.
Key in hand I roam -
Ghost room whispers through long halls,
Lost in numbered dreams.
Key in hand I roam -
Ghost room whispers through long halls,
Lost in numbered dreams.
Seared scent rises high,
Tender bite, rich velvet taste,
Oak whispers through smoke.
Seared scent rises high,
Tender bite, rich velvet taste,
Oak whispers through smoke.
River wind whispers,
Ferry cuts the dawn-lit waves,
Dreams flow with the stream.
River wind whispers,
Ferry cuts the dawn-lit waves,
Dreams flow with the stream.
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"Ukraine has options. Europe is still in the game.
Ideas on how to mitigate the damage from Trump’s siding with Putin are boiling. As long as we, the people, want to keep our country we love, there is always a way forward."
time.com/7265176/trum...
"Ukraine has options. Europe is still in the game.
Ideas on how to mitigate the damage from Trump’s siding with Putin are boiling. As long as we, the people, want to keep our country we love, there is always a way forward."
time.com/7265176/trum...
His escalation management delays & drip feeding made the difference.
His escalation management delays & drip feeding made the difference.
- Waking up to the buzz of Shahed engines over one’s town and saying “Fuck it” to oneself and getting back to snoring. Then not waking up at all to a distant blast that makes one’s windows rattle.
- Waking up to the buzz of Shahed engines over one’s town and saying “Fuck it” to oneself and getting back to snoring. Then not waking up at all to a distant blast that makes one’s windows rattle.
Love endures though many cry.
Pain cuts deep, the scars won’t fade,
Yet healing blooms in hope’s cascade.
Peace is fragile, a fleeting dream,
Born of struggle, a distant gleam.
Through love and loss, we strive once more,
To mend the wounds that war has torn.
Love endures though many cry.
Pain cuts deep, the scars won’t fade,
Yet healing blooms in hope’s cascade.
Peace is fragile, a fleeting dream,
Born of struggle, a distant gleam.
Through love and loss, we strive once more,
To mend the wounds that war has torn.