guest post by e/lady oracle

The threadShe couldn’t remember when she had first spotted the thread or how it got there. It was red and very thin. Wound tightly around the stone she still wore on her finger. It hadn’t been there early in the morning. She had taken off her ring so she could wash him. Even though everyone had advised against it, she had insisted on doing it herself. Somehow, her hands had managed to soap themselves and carefully she had let them glide over his...

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a conversation and give away with brittan/little owl arts

I love getting to know the persons behind the blogs i am reading a little bit better.To know what inspires them, what a typical day in their life looks like and so on...Some weeks ago i had a conversation with Niina/Souvenirs and this time it is with Brittan/Little owl arts. At the end of this post you can also read about how you can enter the give away where you can be the owner of one of Brittans beautiful creations.Can you tell us a little bit...

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a lovely conversation with niina from finland

I am so excited by sharing this post with you!A conversation with Niina behind the blog Souvenirs.A blog that i find incredibly beautiful and inspiring, a blog that i have been reading for a long long time. Her writings are soothing for the souland her photos are truly like sweet eye-candy.Enjoy!Niina: To me, pictures are like souvenirs of life. They are memories of all the things I've done and all the places I've been. Memories of the past years...

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scandinavian poetry, part two

Romanesque Archesby Tomas TranströmerInside the huge romanesque church the tourists jostled in the half darkness.Vault gaped behind vault, no complete view.A few candle-flames flickered.An angel with no face embraced meand whispered through my whole body:'Don't be ashamed of being human, be proud!Inside you vault opens behind vault endlessly.You will never be complete, that's how it's meant to be.'Blind with tears.I was pushed out on the sun-seething...

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scandinavian poetry, part one

When They Sleepby Rolf Jacobsen(1907 - 1994)Original language NorwegianEnglish version Robert HedinAll people are children when they sleep.there's no war in them then.They open their hands and breathein that quiet rhythm heaven has given them.They pucker their lips like small childrenand open their hands halfway,soldiers and statesmen, servants and masters.The stars stand guardand a haze veils the sky,a few hours when no one will do anybody harm.If...

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