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Thirteen rows of frozen-mid-gallop horses proceeding in circles round and around the carousel. Between each pair in rows an array of curiosities: a carriage resembling an egg, and just as delicate; a caravan crafted of Ossetian cedar; so on, so forth.

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If I were to load up this caravan once more in hope and preparation, might this be the moment to make haste to the place where my heart has been called since my youth all those centuries ago? Mother Courage and her children.

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The only freedom work provides is in the non-compliant good trouble that shifts the turning sands upon which every tyrant builds his egoistic fortress. In each and every cell you must awaken the sleeper, and every morning. And remember, if you only knew, the import of reflection upon the surah.

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“It was sad music. But it waved its sadness like a battle flag. It said the universe had done all it could, but you were still alive.” — Soul Music, (GNU) Sir Terry Pratchett

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“At such times the universe gets a little closer to us. They are strange times, times of beginnings and endings. Dangerous and powerful. And we feel it even if we don't know what it is. These times are not necessarily good, and not necessarily bad. In fact, what they are depends on what -we- are.”

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“They are all gems. Each and every one of them is fantastic because you know you get to the end of these and there are no more. We are not going to find any more, so every word you read you’re closer to getting to the end.” — Sarah Shaffi on A Stroke of the Pen: TLS, by (GNU) Sir Terry Pratchett

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There will be a lot of loose ends left untied as it concerns individual plot points. Best to avoid running full-speed into what will eventually result in a cliffhanger and, as those that fear they hope, and know they fear, sometimes do believe and sometimes do not. “Of course,” said Billy.

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Professors please pull up a chair. I’ve been talking to my classes about what has been going on. I explained indirect costs to them. I talked to them about what a probationary employee is in the government. At the end of class they asked if we could talk about it more. (1/)

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Remember GeoCities? 🏠 Once home to millions of personal websites, today it’s gone… except for what’s preserved on the Wayback Machine. 🌐💾 Explore the web's past with the #WaybackMachine ➡️ https://web.archive.org

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Wrens are troglodytes, much like myself. As with hermits, they make their homes in caves or in holes along the banks of a river. During my walks with Billy, we found a small nest seemingly abandoned. Billy told me the locals once hunted them. From then on many wrens sang around Monk’s House.

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On this day in 2009, Terry received his knighthood at Buckingham Palace, a momentous occasion that perfectly captured his unique spirit. 📰 bit.ly/the-independ... "I'm glad a genre writer has got a knighthood, but stunned that it was me." 📚 bit.ly/Terry-Pratch... #Discworld #TerryPratchett

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La croix is the worse of the sparkling water. It tastes like TV static. Don’t get me started on Bubbly. I’d rather not, ta. Banter, sir, tis just a bit of banter.

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I wanted to ask Pierre about Algeria and all he replied was to ask why it took so long for me to do so. “Picture You” was playing. He handed me a small stone and motioned toward my slingshot. As I rummaged through my bag for his belated birthday gift, he had left me there alone with my cuppa.

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“In fifty years, when I’m frail, barely on my feet; will you be kind, oh dear? Like you promised at the embassy? When you meet Time, and look back at your life in her eyes, it won’t matter who your god is, or the tone of your skin, or who you choose to share your love with. Oh, God Bless the dream.”

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Loadin’ up my trusty slingshot. That’s all it took, right, David? A shot right to the heart of the Daughter of the Oath, exit 75. I’m still alive, I’m still alive…

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Be it lust, be it never of no more thought but this: board me and hail me, Argo, for there is a pull here much like the tow of the sea which my toes do dare dip upon this shore here and now, a hunger, an empty space to fill (“will you hold the space?” — Delta Work) and I’m willing if you’re able.

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I really dig the art in these. Tattoo Tarot: Ink and Intuition by Diana McMahon-Collins A full moon, and Dead Can Dance with this jinn. I believe as though I’m standing on fishes. The number is forty-two.

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I believe I’ll just dust my broom.

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Hear the mandrake scream, moonchild.

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What was the name of the horse who carried the babe Fereydun bareback across the ivory dunes; the very Darashouri horse who had been shoed by Kaveh? The night mare of all tyrants such as Zahhak! she whose coat of sable shimmered as sapphire in the light of the moon: Niloufar.

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Kinda Funky News Flash ! If Tetsuya Mizuguchi taught me anything, it’s that we have to learn the choreography to keep ratings up. Up, left, left, down, right, chu! chu! chu!

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“Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.” — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Yeah, I’m just a teenage dirtbag, baby. Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me, oooOoooOhh.

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“Give sanity a longer lead, but some of us have sharper teeth. Innocence is innocence is innocence is dripping red in my heavy head his dreams erupt in my bed, oh, Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, the vision and the void, the blood sickle cuts, and the honey sucks. My heart is a rose.” —Coil

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