I once met a spider
In the shady glades.
She offered me a smile,
And winked through pink shades.
She held up a spindly leg,
And shared a friendly glow.
I never step on spiders now,
I’d rather let them go.
I'm nobody! who are you? Are you nobody too, then there's a pair of us. Don't tell! they'd advertise you know. How dreary-to be somebody. How public-like a frog. To tell one's name-the livelong June, to an admiring bog. Poem by Emily Dickinson.
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The role of the artist is to not look away. - Kurosawa
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Just want to share some words that I read/heard somewhere which touched me in an intellectual or soulful way.
Trying to find meaning in this chaotic world
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