Juno m i s t y m a w n
mistymawn weird is more fun 4h

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mistymawn yoga, art, hike, swim, eat, write, sleep, repeat all week!#intothemystic #squam 5h

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mistymawn Making art on the dock... #purebliss #squam #intothemystic 5h

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mistymawn Why stay on the dock... when the water's so nice. #intothemystic #letgooffear #divein 3d

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mistymawn madly in love with this view. #intothemystic #squam 3d

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mistymawn Perfect way to end the day. #latenightsketching #listeningtotheloons 4d

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mistymawn Clarity comes with new perspectives #intothemystic #squam 4d

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mistymawn My girls #puppylove 9months 2w
  •   geninne 2w
  •   bamajoyce Big Girl Pupster is adorable! 9 months of squishy goodness. Love the image. 2w
  •   sfurner Not sure who is the happiest! 2w
  •   jennifer.white That dog .. Is ... Massive. 16h

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mistymawn I remember you, and you remember me? I've aged just a little, as all things will, but I'm here now. so please, wrap your mountain arms around me and tell me all the things I've missed. #morninginthewoods 2w

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mistymawn morning on the AT 4w

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mistymawn Everything was familiar in the most unfamiliar way. 4w

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mistymawn Even the remnants are beautiful. How good it feels to be home! ️thank you 4w

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1mon mistymawn
Slumber m i s t y m a w n
mistymawn and it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

#PabloNeruda #shadowselfie #movingonagain
1mon
  •   lizelayne Oh this poem. A favorite. Sending love. 1mon
  •   zigocaro 1mon
  •   sharonwatson1 Wow! 1mon
  •   annetoile Beautiful where are you going? Sending love 1mon
  •   peregrineblues don't you just love this poem? and the translation is next to perfect! there is another great chilean poet you might want to read: gonzalo rojas. @mistymawn 1mon
  •   growbungalow southern california, please ... a girl can hope & wish, can't she. 1mon
  •   kirsten_michelle oh my. 4w
  •   worldtravelers86 makes me think of il Postino. Hugs from Roberta 4w

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mistymawn Floating on grace 1mon

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mistymawn full day of playing in the woods + foraging wild mushrooms 2mon

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mistymawn Piece of a painting 2mon

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