Muse of the day
Her smile adds an air of enigma to her. Like a melting cup of warm dark chocolate on a November evening. Ipsita Upasana, Inexplicable Distances
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The Folk Anti-Hero
If you haven’t heard Taylor Swift’s latest radio hit Anti-Hero, you probably living successfully of the grid. If you have found yourself inundated with all things Taylor, album reviews, fat shaming criticism, and subsequent ticket sales snafus, you might have missed this country cover of Swift’s latest single. Recorded by Josiah and the Bonnevilles, it’s the rare song cover that elevates the original material. A mournful, stripped down acoustic version, it’s definitely going on my winter playlist.
Muse of the Day
He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams. J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring (The Lord of the Rings, #1)
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People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes. Neil Gaiman
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora
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Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist
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I believe you do not deserve words like “anti-wrinkle” and “anti-aging.” Your experience as a woman is much too rich to be rewritten in favor of artificial youthfulness. Ashley Asti, Dear Sisters: Your Nature is to Bloom
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Wrinkles are the geometries that time puts on a person’s face. Corina Abdulahm Negura
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November at its best – with a sort of delightful menace in the air. Anne Bosworth Greene
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The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze and orchestrates a rise of goose bumps on my skin. Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
Everyday Strange 