When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart. For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. When I’m feeling most ghost-like, it is your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist. When I’m feeling sad, it’s my consolation. When I’m feeling happy, it’s part of why I feel that way. If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will be gone. If you forget, part of who I am will be gone. ~Frederick Buechner (Book: Whistling in the Dark: A Doubter’s Dictionary (Art: Photogravure by Clarence H. White)
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“Real Wild Knits”. Gail O'Neill photographed by Gilles Bensimon for Elle US June 1990
Cafe Society nightclub, NYC
gjon mili 1947
Photography by Peter Solarz
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“nonchalance is my act” 2019
Andrea Radai (Dutch, b. 1964)
Deep (Forest V), 2010
Oil on canvas
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George Henry (Scottish, 1858-1943)
The Lily Pond
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