You Have Motivational Prompts Written On Post It Notes. They’re Stuck Around Your Bathroom Mirror So

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Luke Hillestad (@lukehillestad)

Close Encounters by Edd Allen https://flic.kr/p/2mYpwqe

Art by ОMA (Olga Morozova)

Needle Felted and Embroidered Art Hoops

Yuliya Krishchik on Etsy

AND a race one since the most affected regions will be Africa, Asia and Oceania

Morning Light Calling; for my friend @silvaris

© riverwindphotography, August 2022

I had a really weird dream last night

It didn't start where this post begins, but this is the weird part (also can't remember how it started lol)

I was looking at stairs behind me(one outside that has only like 5 stairs, with the rail) on the corner if a building that were made out of bricks, and I remember very distinctly the feeling of dread as I realised that I had seen those steps before and I knew where they were from(I've never actually seen the steps In a dream before. I've only dreamed of the place once)

Horror found it's way Into my chest and sure enough, I turn back to face in front of me and I was there. A teacher from my school was practically in my and my friends(who was sitting next to me) faces telling us something. I think she was trying to make a threat sound comforting? I don't remember.

I look past her and I see The Bridge(which I've never dreamed about before, but recognised) over nothing but white abyss leading to the other side of the place(which was connected to where I was sitting anyway I think), and I knew that I would have to cross that unstable, rickety-wooden-straight-out-of-an-adventure-movie-and-about-to-break Bridge

My friend didn't seem at all bothered by this, but the horror I felt was so strong that I dream transported myself with no inbetween

One second I was looking at a black haired woman while feeling nothing positive, and the next I was at a place I had never been, getting ready for a performance of some kind that somehow evolved into my helping cartoon looking hence men hide their hobbies because the Boss was coming back. Their lair was in my house.

“I do think novels are beautiful. To me a novel can be as beautiful as any symphony, as beautiful as the sea. As complete, true, real, large, complicated, confusing, deep, troubling, soul enlarging as the sea with its waves that break and tumble, its tides that rise and ebb.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, “Collectors, Rhymesters, and Drummers,” The Wave in the Mind

Fairy Glen

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