#autumn

I knew by the signs it would be a hard winter. The hollies bore a heavy crop of berries and birds stripped them bare. Crows quarreled in reaped fields and owls cried in the mountains, mournful as widows. Fur and moss grew thicker than usual. Cold rains came, driven sideways through the trees by north winds, and snows followed. ↗

— Sarah Micklem

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#folklore #nature #predictions #weather #winter

jangan marah padaku kalau aku menangis, Hari ini saja Kau boleh lihat sendiri nanti. Kau akan lihat tak lama lagi aku akan kembali bekerja, tertawa, dan mengoceh seperti biasa, aku janji. ↗

— Ilana Tan

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#paris

I feel as though, if I were to extend my hand just a little toward the pool where the ideas ferment, I could grab at the idea and pull it out of the pool and onto the floor where ideas must stand before the jury of the brain. There, it must present itself, still from the pool, and a bit shivery because new ideas are not given a towel to dry off with, towels being reserved for proven theories; new ideas are simply pulled and stood up, and asked to explain themselves - not a very pleasant thing really, which is why so many people go into the room where the pool is. The exercise is exhausting not to mention a bit difficult to watch, if you are at all a sympathetic creature. What was my idea, anyways? ↗

— Emilie Autumn

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#ideas #thoughts #autumn