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💙 Ohara Koson, Irises, 1925-1936, Rijksmuseum
"Albero e mano" dittico fotografico del 1962 di Mario Giacomelli

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Calisto, la petite nymphe de Diane (André-Édouard Marty, 1943)
The footpath
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When a physicist falls in love :)
Richard Feynman's love letter to his deceased wife, 1946.

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This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath, the door of a vanished house left ajar.
~Margaret Atwood
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