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I’m in it everywhere.  What a miracle trees lakes clouds even dust. (Ikkyū Sōjun [1394–1481], Japanese Zen master and poet)

If you think about it, such casual expansion into the lake and the clouds, and every leaf on every tree, and every grain of dust on the shore may seem unnecessary and somewhat ostentatious. But if you sense the lake and the clouds filling you to overflowing, and hear inside you a rush of wind among the leaves, and somehow bear the slight inconvenience of the grains of dust appearing from nowhere on your tongue—then you might just say, ‘Well, why not the other way round?’.      

Homeless WW1 veteran selling lighting matches by the street, Canterbury, England, c. 1930.

Nobody wants it all.

French soldier at the foot of a hill in the vicinity of Monte Cassino. 1944.

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They wore a djebella, which is a traditional robe that said what tribes they were from. In 1943, the French introduced a regulation model of brown and black stripes or grey and black stripes. Typically they were issued American uniforms and surplus interwar US Bordie helmets, sometimes they retained the French Adrian helmets.