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A hike through nature

Thunder in the distance

Rain falls down from leaded skies between colossal trees, thick entangled branches. Wet moss and dripping, vibrantly green clover sways in slight breezes that whisper here, here, here. Slick muddy earth richly black against red-brown bark and vivid greenery. My three-toed talons sink into the softly sucking, cool mud with infinite balance. My steps are swift and elegant, naturally quick in organic movement.

Disembodied symphonies fill my sensitive hearing. Footsteps miles away from a Leviathan, ten thousand years old and nearly a thousand feet long, moving like a living mountain. I can hear the breeze moving through the rooted trees upon its ancient back. I can hear migratory herds hooting and calling, singing with millennia aged durges about the sky, about important rivers, about familiar nesting sites.

I am quiet. My vocalizations resound like thunder. Felt in the chest and in the bones of friend or foe alike. But for now, I am quiet. My jaws open and close, sampling the air, obsidian railroad-spike-teeth glistening with condensation wetness.

Somewhere far away, thunder rumbles.

R E D D A W N

The Red Phantom carried a cannon on his hip that spoke like a storm

Wherever he went black clouds followed, disaster and death

And today, a saccharine specter rides

In my town, at noon, with no clouds in sight

All we hear is thunder

Water still as glass

Snow cloaks the landscape into solemn silence, quiet

The Woman in Black cradles her dying daughter, a fragile thing broken and battered, red against white, tiny hand half into still water

Heartbeat slows, beat by beat by beat, freezing into place like the trees and mountains in glacier grasp

No cries, no last words

Only fear in rapidly darkening eyes

Black blood beneath cracked boots, worn as canyons carved by master erosion

Churn, crack, split, burn

Machines churn, lumbering titans of iron and steel, fire down their flanks

Men on knees, praying to God in Heaven and God in Oil

Far away watches the Red Phantom, dark tears down a gaunt face

He rides on and down, and feeds his Cannon with blood

The Red Phantom stood, and around him lightning flashed, rain like a new deluge

Cannon pointed, hungry metal ravenous

The Woman in Black smiled her last smile, and blood mixed with western waters down her body in final baptism

Crack

Crack

Crack

Crucified, sacrificed to cruel winds that howled and scratched and stole, never giving, always taking

Men from bygone era hung in the shadow of the canyon, ropes that held by nature of the spite of the Law

Sun the color of justice, bright as molten metal, threw hot lines down broken crags, harsh stones

The Man in Red stalked the land, made from Man into God, and God into Legend

Last of his kind

Angry to the Finality

The Sun is setting. Insects hiss, unfamiliar birds whistle and warble, and stranger things clack their angry beaks in eerie canticle. Far away comes thunder, a haunting song from leviathans like walking mountains, behemoth and graceful. They bask in the evening glow. I walk. Step. Step. Step. My talons leave marks in the wet, softly gripping muck. Step. Step. Step.

The water whispers. Babbling and gentle. Summer air turned sickly sweet with the scent of far away volcanic ash— mountains are being born, hot with slag, magma pouring down a thousand rocky facades. A distant catastrophe. My footsteps are wet on pebbles and silt, claws sinking slightly at each step. Step. Step. Step— pause. Wait. Sounds upriver. Splashing water, the heave of heavy and muscular forms, honking notes— opportunity. My footsteps quicken.

My belly is full. Overextended. I rest in the shade as the noon Sun rides up into the sky, a blue expanse haloed by unflinching light. It warms my feathers, graces my scales. I doze near the carcass. Flies swarm in countless, singing droves, and they pick at my teeth, cling near my flaring nostrils and slitted eyes. I smell mammal scent— tiny, fragile. Hear minuscule hearts racing in pumping terror as they scuttle around my bulk. Beat. Beat. Beat.

This muck— it smells foul. Ash is failing like black, blanketing snow. It turns the world into a bizarre, dreamlike place, coats everything in suffocating bleakness. Like night coming down from the horizon in razor-sharp fragments. My breath comes in heavy, exhaustive fits. In— stutter— out. In— stutter—out. My stomach growls, furious, empty. Fire burns, close, a screaming and pulsing wall of incineration, alive with a thousand, thousand lapping tongues that turn everything into crisp death. Have to keep moving.

The volcanoes are far away now. At night, just barely on the horizon, they blister bloody and unsettling in the distance. Ash does not fall from the sky. This place smells of frost, and stone. Rocky hills rise up into the sky, stark, banded in the colors of deep time. Whiteness caps the highest, furthest peaks. Curiosity glimmers in my mind like something shiny. Interesting.

found a free blueberry at work today lads

Give me a week away from it all!@

🖤🖤🖤

So breathe taking 🧡

Beautiful larch sunrise in the Lake Chelan Sawtooth Wilderness, Washington [OC][1231x1900] - Author: takepacific on Reddit

Meagan Lindsey Bourne

Shrek's Wilderness Getaway A Family Camping Trip

Chapter 1 - A Swampy Surprise Shrek's Camping Revelation:

In the serene morning mist of the swamp, the ogre family awoke to the rustle of leaves and the chirping of birds. Shrek's voice boomed with excitement as he unveiled his surprise—a camping adventure in the heart of the wilderness. Eager anticipation shimmered in their eyes as they gathered their belongings, ready for the journey ahead. With Donkey's enthusiastic braying and Dragon's protective presence, they set off, their hearts filled with the promise of adventure.

Chapter 2 - Dawn of Adventure Embarking on a Wilderness Journey:

As dawn bathed the marshlands in golden light, Shrek's announcement sparked a fervor of excitement among his family. Together with Donkey, Dragon, and their hybrid offspring, they ventured towards Dragon's lair—a sanctuary of untamed beauty. Shrek's recent efforts to prepare the campsite infused them with confidence, promising comfort amidst the wilderness. With each step, their spirits soared, echoing the thrill of past adventures.

Chapter 3 - Embracing Memories Settling into Dragon's Sanctuary:

The cavern walls embraced the ogre family, whispering tales of resilience and triumph. Within their temporary abode, Shrek's thoughtful upgrades offered a glimpse of home amidst the wilderness. Memories of past challenges mingled with the excitement of new horizons, binding them closer together. As they settled in, a sense of peace washed over them, filling their hearts with gratitude for the journey ahead.

Chapter 4 - Bounty of Nature Fiona's Morning Outing:

With the dawn's light, Fiona embarked on a quest for sustenance, her steps guided by the rhythms of nature. Amidst the wild, she discovered a whimsical gathering of chickens, their presence a testament to the beauty of the untamed world. Dragon's fiery breath breathed life into the campfire, igniting a feast fit for royalty. Together, they savored the bounty of nature, grateful for each moment of abundance.

Chapter 5 - Melodic Magic Fiona's Breakfast Gathering:

Fiona's voice wove through the morning air, a symphony that called forth the wonders of the forest. Her melody drew wild chickens to her side, their dance a testament to the magic that surrounded them. Undeterred by the chaos, Fiona gathered eggs with grace, her connection to the world around her unbreakable. With Dragon's help, they transformed nature's gifts into a breakfast fit for champions.

Chapter 6 - Celestial Stories Nighttime Tales by the Campfire:

Under the starlit sky, Shrek and Donkey breathed life into tales of old, their voices weaving through the night. The crackling campfire cast shadows that danced with the memories of past adventures. Each story illuminated the bond between them, a tapestry woven with laughter and shared experiences. As the night deepened, their spirits soared, carried by the magic of the wilderness.

Chapter 7 - Slumber Serenade Dreams under the Starlit Sky:

With stomachs full and hearts light, the ogre and donkey/dragon families settled into their sleeping bags, cradled by the embrace of the night. Dreams danced through their minds, guided by the whispers of the stars above. Shrek's ogre tales lingered in their hearts, a reminder of the journeys that shaped them. As morning light kissed the horizon, they stirred awake, grateful for the memories woven into their souls.

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VURGUN

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Gözlerim uykuyla barıştı sanma!

Sen gittin gideli dargın sayılır.

Ben de bir zamanlar sevildim amma,

Seninki düpedüz vurgun sayılır!..

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Yalan mı söyledin göz göre göre?

Ne zaman dolacak verdiğin süre?

Gönülden gördüğüm takvime göre,

Aldığım her nefes bir gün sayılır...

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Armağan ettiğin kutsal mendile

Akarken içimi dağlayan çile,

Manavgat denilen çağlayan bile,

Benim gözyaşımdan durgun sayılır!..

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Ne kadar zulmetsen ah etmem sana,

Her iki cihanda gül kana kana...

Seninle İstanbul ödüldür bana,

Sensiz Ankara bile sürgün sayılır!..

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Cemal Safi

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De ki (Allah şöyle buyuruyor): “Ey inanan kullarım! Rabbinize karşı gelmekten sakının. Bu dünyada iyilik yapanlar iyilik bulacaklardır. Allah’ın arzı geniştir. Sabredenlere mükâfatları hesapsız verilecektir.” Zümer Suresi 10. Ayet