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This tree always reminds me of him. With all the things happening around me, I feel guilty about having any funny thought or happy moment.

https://www.brainpickings.org/2015/10/21/telling-is-listening-ursula-k-le-guin-communication/

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"Every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other"

my camera is on the way to meet me

R. Tagore, Come As You Are


Come as you are; do not loiter over
your toilet.
 If your braided hair has loosened if
the parting of your hair be not straight,
if the ribbons of your bodice be not
fastened, do not mind.
 Come as you are; do not loiter over
your toilet.
 Come, with quick steps over the
grass.
 If the raddle come from your feet
because of the dew, of the rings of bells
upon your feet slacken, if pearls drop
out of your chain, do not mind.
 Come, with quick steps over the
grass.
 Do you see the clouds wrapping the
sky?
 Flocks of cranes fly up from the
further river-bank and fitful gusts of
wind rush over the heath.
 The anxious cattle run to their stalls
in the village.
 Do you see the clouds wrapping the
sky?
 In vain you light your toilet lamp
--it flickers and goes out in the
wind.
 Who can know that your eyelids
have not been touched with lamp-
black? For your eyes are darker
than rain-clouds.
 In vain you light your toilet lamp--
it goes out.
 Come as you are; do not loiter over
your toilet.
 If the wreath is not woven, who
cares; if the wrist-chain had not been
linked, let it be.
 The sky is overcast with clouds--it
is late.
 Come as you are; do not loiter over
your toilet.

Ivan Ivanych came out of the cabin, dived in with a loud splash and swam in the rain, making broad sweeps with his arms and sending out waves with white lilies bobbing about on them. He swam right out to the middle of the reach and dived. A moment later he popped up somewhere else and swam on, continually trying to dive right to the bottom.
'Oh, good God,' he kept saying with great relish. 'Good God...'
He reached the mill, said a few words to the peasants, then he turned and floated on his back in the middle with his face under the rain. Burkin and Alyokhin were already dressed and ready to leave, but he kept on swimming and diving.
'Oh, dear God,' he said. 'Oh, God!'
'Now that's enough,' Burkin shouted.


(Gooseberries, A. Chekhov)

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