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Tag Archives: Dancing
A Time to Mourn, 9/11/11
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; … Continue reading
Posted in Challenge, Death, Etcetera, Freedom, Photography, Quotes, Wisdom
Tagged Dancing, Ecclesiastes, Mourning
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Miss Stein Speaks —
and she says: You look ridiculous if you dance You look ridiculous if you don’t dance So you might as well dance People (critic types, and lowbrows, and highbrows, lots of people, actually) used to make fun of Gertrude Stein’s … Continue reading
Sure Cure for the November Blahs
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, /No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds —November! —Thomas Hood November gets a bad press — deservedly so. I have to admit that the month earns its reputation. As the poet says, … Continue reading