Japanese tea garden in Pasadena, California
National Geographic | February 1958
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I want to thank you for never being there. Your absence has forced me to find my own way.
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Nothing like hearing your love just got out the hospital with a pretty major head wound to realize how much they mean to you.
Cruel fate. I missed this by like a week.
My sweet princess
If we had never met, I would never have known what it is to be in love. Thank you
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My love for terra-cotta pots knows no bounds
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EXCUSE ME TEEJAY V., I DO NOT APPRECIATE THAT YOU ARE STALKING ME ON THE INTERNET PLEASE STOP
August 22, (Chicago, 1956), by Vivian Maier
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There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.
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— Colette (Oeuvres complètes en seize volumes)
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