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The Woodland Wanderer

The Woodland Wanderer

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sweetoothgirl: creamy winter vanilla bean chia pudding with blood orange syrup and dark chocolate I would eat this for breakfast this morning…

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“So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my sufferances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger - because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.” ~Jack Kerouac

“So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my sufferances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger - because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.” ~Jack Kerouac

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labellenocturnebete: I drank of the deep sweetness, and laid this swirling insufferable soul peacefully, in a green meadow that hugs a silver stream. The weight of a thousand burdens floated away upon the body of an answered prayer; leaving me

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“I’m not sure where I stand among these empty, hollowing, talking trees. They have too much to say. Do you hear my thoughts When the wind blows your way… Put your ear to the water line and hear my heart resonating. In my bath tub of flowers

“I’m not sure where I stand among these empty, hollowing, talking trees. They have too much to say. Do you hear my thoughts When the wind blows your way… Put your ear to the water line and hear my heart resonating. In my bath tub of flowers

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