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The opposite feeling, the sense of well being of a tree for its roots, the happiness to know oneself in a manner not entirely arbitrary and accidental, but as someone who has grown out of a past, as an heir, flower, and fruit and thus to have one's existence excused, indeed justified—this is what people nowadays lovingly describe as the real historical sense
...Nietzsche



Saturday, December 27, 2008

favorite photographs 2008

our land is still not for sale...i fear that we'll never straighten out our priorities

we are your friends, you'll never be alone again


ain't no sunshine when she's gone

you disappeared but the history is still here


"oh kevin, you're so like heaven" 



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