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Rebecca J Hanna
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Assemblage Artist , Wisdom Keeper, Conspiracy Researcher, Bibliophile, Herbivore, Big Pharma Anarchist, Child of the 60's, Pronoia Advocate, Comedic Reliefian, Twin Peaks and Dirk Gently fan, Zen is my default daily reset, Jedi wannabe, American born with Irish and Blackfoot roots, anti-woke, More CO2 please (the trees asked me to add this), doer of useful old school stuff
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Rebjane63 1 year ago
A Child's Calender: November by John Updike Art by Olga Kvasha The striped and shapely Maple grieves The loss of her Departed leaves The ground is hard As hard as stone. The year is old. The birds are flown. And yet the world, Nevertheless, Displays a certain loveliness-- image
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Rebjane63 1 year ago
“If you are one of those people who has the ability to make it down to the bottom of the ocean, the ability to swim the dark waters without fear, the astonishing ability to move through life's worst crucibles and not die, then you also have the ability to bring something back to the surface that helps others in a way that they cannot achieve themselves.” — Lidia Yuknavitch [ Art • “Heartbeat” by Tomasz Alen Kopera ] image
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Rebjane63 1 year ago
"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.” But I say unto you, they are inseparable." Kahlil Gibran “On Joy and Sorrow" Plism.art 🙏 LIGHT & LOVE & LIFE image
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Rebjane63 1 year ago
Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit--Welcome November! image
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Rebjane63 1 year ago
“The vulnerability of precious things is beautiful because vulnerability is a mark of existence. The fall of Troy. The fall of the petals from a fruit tree in blossom. To know that what is most precious is not rooted in existence— that is beautiful. Why? It projects the soul beyond time.” –Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace (1947) Photos by Édouard Boubat image