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cotton puffs floatingon azure backdroplandscape green with envy unglazed pottery alive with flowers overflowing birds harvesting grasses cats harvesting birds © 2026 Bruno Talerico87/365
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Lab results and diagnosis didn’t change youor my feelings for you. Tears shed were for me,selfishly cryingabout nonexistent futuresand anticipating frustrationfrom pains I couldn’t ease. But that is not here,that is not now. So, take my handand dance with me in the garden. © 2026 Bruno Talerico86/365
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About a year ago,as an experiment,I picked the most desiccated, shriveled padfrom a prickly pear cactus, placed itin a terra cotta pot with sand, gravel,and some potting soil,then mostly ignored it. Now it has straightened up,with healthy new pads sprouting,essentially resurrected. I love him so much morethan an old, dead cactus pad,and give him much…
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Caring hunters foragein quiet twilight,tracking coyotes, observing owls,listening for the screech of a hawk,and the wisdom of a raven. Gathering firelight in a cozy corner,bedtime security and handmade tendernessnurture kinfolk and wild things alike,embracing presenceand restoring safe haven. Morning gardeners plant shelter,water childhood, cultivate stillness,and harvest belonging. Together, laughter, reunion, and memorygerminate tradition from seeds…
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Truth is foundin those rooms and closets,caves and ravinesthat we were toldnever to go into. © 2026 Bruno Talerico83/365
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income tax is finally done huzzah! thanks to trumpno tax breaks risible execrable reprobate noisome martinet president © 2026 Bruno Talerico82/365
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Monk, Horn, Stanko,improvising. Curious nonconformist minds,experimentingwith a predilection for dissonanceand unconventional structure. Communicating primordial energy,surreal plots, futuristic settings. Parkerbuilding soundscapesrich in emotionsdeep in meanings. Performance transformed intocreative dialogue,improvisations,rhythmic power,expressive power. Coltraneusing sounds as narrative tools,declarations of artistic freedom,expressions of unique personality. Miles,intolerant of easy formulasOrganic, ever-evolving,declarations of intent. Visions of their inner worldsnourished by lived…
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drumhead thrumswith expectationof the next beat © 2026 Bruno Talerico80/365
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Primal pink eyebrows,lavender dreadlockswoven with daisies, paired peachesbarely containedin tie-dyed bandannas, smooth mounds peeking at him fromfaded indigo cut-offs. The wilderness of herawakenssomething dormant Sap stirs in the heartwood. © 2026 Bruno Talerico79/365Image generated by AI.
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Drifting into sleep,body worn and weary.He’s rudely wakened by a midnight dream,dark and dreary:an endless trail,miles to go before he’ll sleep. Craving peacein a kingdom by the sea,he stumblesdown a narrow path. Canyon shadows creep,dark and deep,along the highway of old regrets.Worn and weary. Miles to go,he finally weeps, sobbing,wracked with grief until spentthen worn…
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