YES it’s awesome! The storyline is amazing and filled with lots of plot twists (especially in part 4 I cried so hard). I can’t be the only one who’s obsessed with Rowan 👀
I must know the materials! Tell me, tell me, I'm baffled! Whatever it is, I can't keep my eyes away from that popped leg and shoe -- to me, it's the centerpiece of the picture!
You've added a ray of sunshine to such a dark topic, made it palatable and less frightening. Without being morbid -- and I hope that this isn't -- I think that no matter our age, we should all have a plan for ourselves. I know that my own provides me a degree of comfort: A few years ago I filled out the paperwork that'll have me sent to the Forensic Anthropology Center at the University of Tennessee at Knoxville, where my remains will be laid out in the great outdoors and studied over time. That research is used to help solve murder cases down the road. How cool is that? How strangely yet so understandably diverse our own last wishes can be! But I digress. You've written about your own plans with such gentle wonderment and respect for the natural world that I was left with such a peaceful feeling at their end, and the sense that you intend for the circle of life to make its full turn. Thank you for sharing something so personal with us internet strangers!
"Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Goldfinch" is this week's featured poem on vtdigger.org, up now in their Life & Culture section. Check it out here, where a new piece is posted every Sunday! vtdigger.org/life-culture
This is also an actual riddle you can solve
Thank you!
I love the contrast from the black and white on the eye to the colors on the skin. This image left me breathless and blown away.
WOW HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE
This is an actual riddle you can solve.
YES it’s awesome! The storyline is amazing and filled with lots of plot twists (especially in part 4 I cried so hard). I can’t be the only one who’s obsessed with Rowan 👀
What was this made of? I love it!
I must know the materials! Tell me, tell me, I'm baffled! Whatever it is, I can't keep my eyes away from that popped leg and shoe -- to me, it's the centerpiece of the picture!
You've added a ray of sunshine to such a dark topic, made it palatable and less frightening. Without being morbid -- and I hope that this isn't -- I think that no matter our age, we should all have a plan for ourselves. I know that my own provides me a degree of comfort: A few years ago I filled out the paperwork that'll have me sent to the Forensic Anthropology Center at the University of Tennessee at Knoxville, where my remains will be laid out in the great outdoors and studied over time. That research is used to help solve murder cases down the road. How cool is that? How strangely yet so understandably diverse our own last wishes can be! But I digress. You've written about your own plans with such gentle wonderment and respect for the natural world that I was left with such a peaceful feeling at their end, and the sense that you intend for the circle of life to make its full turn. Thank you for sharing something so personal with us internet strangers!
"Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Goldfinch" is this week's featured poem on vtdigger.org, up now in their Life & Culture section. Check it out here, where a new piece is posted every Sunday! vtdigger.org/life-culture