dwellpress Can you understand being alone so long/ you would go out in the middle of the night/ and put a bucket into the well/ so you could feel something down there/ tug at the other end of the rope? Jack Gilbert 29/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #lessthantwoinches 5d

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dwellpress But earth and heart don't have much of a membrane between them. Sometimes decided on grounds as elusive as that single transposable h, this matter of siting ourselves. Of a place insisting itself to us. Ivan Doig 28/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #overtwoinches 5d

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dwellpress Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives. Barbara Kingsolver 27/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #lessthantwoinches 5d

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dwellpress In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert. Edith Wharton 26/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #abouttwoinches 5d

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dwellpress What is hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered the most to us wind up in parentheses. John Irving 25/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #overtwoinches 5d

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dwellpress We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing. Charles Bukowski. 24/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #abouttwoinches 5d

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dwellpress When you’re creating your own shit, man, even the sky ain’t the limit. Miles Davis 23/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #lessthantwoinches 2w

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dwellpress The slow stone metamorphoses filled him with longing—longing for what? Simplicity? Was simplicity the true nature of homegoing? The simple harmonies, earth order and abundance. In this churchyard in a woodland meadow at the end of a white road, he missed what he had never known, the peace of living one day then another in communion with others of one’s blood and at the end, at the close of one’s works and days, to draw that last breath and come to rest in earth where one’s bones belonged. Peter Matthiessen 21/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #abouttwoinches 2w

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dwellpress We are stardust, we are golden, We are billion year old carbon, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden. Joni Mitchell 20/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #overtwoinches 2w

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dwellpress But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin. Aldous Huxley 19/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #twoorsoinches 3w

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dwellpress SAY IT. Go ahead, stand before the mirror, look at your mouth, and say it. Blue. See how you pucker up, your lips opening with the consonants into a kiss, and then that final exhalation of vowels? Blue. The word looks like what it is, a syllable blown out into the air, and with the sound and the sight of saying it as one. William H. Gass, On Being Blue: A Philosophical Inquiry. 18/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #aboutthreeinches 3w

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dwellpress A keeper... Reposted from fzars. Love you dear one. ox 3w

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dwellpress Happy Mother's Day! Being a mom: the best thing I've done in this life. TBT 19 or so years ago. #mothersday #daughters #tbt #thebestever 3w

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dwellpress I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest...I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty. Pablo Neruda 17/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #justoveraninch 3w

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dwellpress The story of each stone leads back to a mountain. W.S. Merwin 16/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #abouttwoinches 3w

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dwellpress He pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words. Gabriel García Márquez 15/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #abouttwoinches 4w

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dwellpress Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you. Donna Tartt 14/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #abouttwoinches 4w

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dwellpress I would play this game. I would look toward the horizon and try to locate the furthest object of interest away from me. A Building. A distant meadow or forest. A mountain. Inevitably, the sky would draw me into its deepening blue. While listening to a lecture, I would gaze out the window. Riding in the car, I would focus and adjust, focus and adjust until my gaze was glued to some distant point of blue. Waiting in line at the market, catching glimpses as the pneumatic doors opening and closed, I would be lost in the game, and someone would have to nudge me forward. Now, I only need to look into your eyes and travel blue depths. I consider the distances we've traveled together since the day you were born. The blue gaze through hours of nursing, the sparkling-eyed shenanigans, the wonder brought about many years of adventures. For now, I will hold your gaze for as long as you will allow. Lost in blue, I consider the distances you will travel without me. 13/100

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