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...and More Flowers!

...and More Flowers!
...and More Flowers!
...and More Flowers!
...and More Flowers!

...and more flowers!

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4 years ago

I wish postcards were cool again. Handwritten letters, with scribbles and small doodles at the corner of the paper. Wax-sealed old envelopes. Possibly some dried flowers and old photographs inside.

These small and outdated but still meaningful details...sometimes it takes so little to show someone that you care. Beyond all the messaging apps and the selfies we share.

So many friendships have lost their taste because of these.

Technology has improved a lot, but sometimes going back in time would bring that lost taste back, because there isn't a better thing than holding a letter or postcard in your hands, saving it year after year, more than a message that gets lost in the abyss of the internet.

4 years ago
As Boring As It May Seem, Flower Photography Has Become A Big Part Of My Photography Activity (for As
As Boring As It May Seem, Flower Photography Has Become A Big Part Of My Photography Activity (for As
As Boring As It May Seem, Flower Photography Has Become A Big Part Of My Photography Activity (for As
As Boring As It May Seem, Flower Photography Has Become A Big Part Of My Photography Activity (for As

As boring as it may seem, flower photography has become a big part of my photography activity (for as long as I'm out of inspiration). Enjoy.

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4 years ago
"I Cut A Dandelion And Put It In My Hair,
"I Cut A Dandelion And Put It In My Hair,
"I Cut A Dandelion And Put It In My Hair,
"I Cut A Dandelion And Put It In My Hair,

"I cut a dandelion and put it in my hair,

and danced in the silver-washed pavements.

As people stopped walking and laughed,

I could hear my ancestor's lament.

I took off the dandelion.

Promised I'd never dance again.

Went full of fury home,

and cried like a crane.

The day after a voice inside,

told me greener is the grass,

where you go after

the mountains you pass.

Over the mountains, over the river...

I will go, not as a griever.

A crown full of dandelions,

sitting on the throne, waiting for me.

Will put it in my head.

Will light the fire inner.

Will sing in the golden pavements,

this time as a winner".


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