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I dreamt four nights ago of clock hands descending from the universe like rain, of the moon as a green eye, of mirrors and insects, of a love that never withdrew. It was not the feeling of completeness that I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty. - - Jonathan Safran Foer
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books0977:

The Real Latin Quarter. F. Berkeley Smith. Illustrations by the author; introduction and frontispiece by F. Hopkinson Smith. Funk & Wagnalls Co., New York, 1901. First edition.
"It is growing late and time for one’s coffee. The little tobacco-shop and café around the corner I find an excellent place for café au lait. The coffee is delicious and made when one chooses to arrive, not stewed like soup, iridescent in color, and bitter with chicory, as one finds it in many of the small French hotels."
mstrkrftz:

 FRAMED TREES | KENNY BARKER
tylerknott:

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson  #tylerknott
serendipitouswanderings:

(via Pinterest-The Visual Discovery Tool)
homeintheforest:

Fog by Janneaa on Flickr.
tiaplay:

Horse | via Tumblr on We Heart It.
breadandolives:

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previouslylovedplaces:

My Favorite Sullivan County Boarding House 4 by rchrdcnnnghm on Flickr.