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#sun

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Honest communication is open, healing new and old wounds. ↗


— Marie Clair


#communication

It was Sunday, and Mumma had gone next door with Lena and the little ones. Under the pepper tree in the yard Pa was sorting, counting, the empty bottles he would sell back: the bottles going clink clink as Pa stuck them in the sack. The fowls were fluffing in the dust and sun: that crook-neck white pullet Mumma said she would hit on the head if only she had the courage to; but she hadn't. ↗


— Patrick White


#children #fathers #fowls #mothers #recycling

Harry looked down and saw deep green mountains and lakes, coppery in the sunset. ↗


— J.K. Rowling


#death

I knew nothing of death, and, for some unexplainable reason, I was beginning to feel guilty for that. -Jessica ↗


— Shannon A. Thompson


#fiction #guilt #minutes-before-sunset #paranormal #romance

The time for lies and secrets is over," she meowed. "The truth must come out. Starclan was wrong not to tell you who you were a long time ago." Then what-?" Jayfeather began, but already Yellowfang's shape was beginning to fade, melting into the moonlight until she was gone. The moonlight abrubtly vanished, leaving Jayfeather in darkness as he woke from his dream. Mouse dung! Why can't any cat speak straight out?" he hissed ↗


— Erin Hunter


#dreams

Now come the whispers bearing bouquets of moonbeams and sunlight tremblings. ↗


— Aberjhani


#love #lovers #moonbeams #moonlight #national-poetry-month

Alone in a world, With millions of souls Walking in circles Trapped in their dreams unhealthy, unclean walking in circles, now do not disturb scream in silence everyone's sleeping ↗


— Chester Bennington


#walking-in-circles #dreams

This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes. From the western half of the sky the sun was shying little golden disks at the sea--if you gazed intently enough you could see them skip from wave tip to wave tip until they joined a broad collar of golden coin that was collecting half a mile out and would eventually be a dazzling sunset. ↗


— F. Scott Fitzgerald


#ocean #sea #sky #sunset #dreams

I'm dreaming of a month of Sundays. ↗


— Steven Herrick


#month-of-sundays #dreams

In the trenches between the burial mounds hundreds of dead soldiers sat side by side with their heads against the torn earth, as if they had fallen asleep together in a deep dream of war. ↗


— J.G. Ballard


#dreams






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