Jul 16
Karl Wallenda, of the Flying Wallendas, starting his 5-year-old daughter, Carla, across a 20-foot high wire during practice in Sarasota, Florida; 1941 :: Photographed by Joseph Steinmetz
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“Now listen for the pines, the bloom, its glittering, the wild hacking of sea, bend in each stream, eddy of bend—listen—hear all skins raveling, unending—hear one skin clamp down upon what now is no longer missing. Here you are says a voice in the light, the trapped light. Be happy.”
― Jorie Graham, [To] The Last [Be] Human
