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🎨✨ Exploring the beauty of abstract art can take us on a journey beyond words. Each colorful stroke tells a story, inviting us to interpret and feel in our own unique way. Let your imagination run wild and find inspiration in the chaos! #Art #AbstractArt #Creativity
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Why hope for arts and unity matters after US elections–Amid divisions, the arts sector can foster connection and healing in America’s cultural landscape
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Original Abstract Painting by Ben Meyer | Abstract Art on Paper | Portrait after Bacon, 1 painting artwork
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a man sitting on a rock overlooking a city
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pink flowers with green leaves
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32. Standardize your grooming routine , so you can get ready each morning with a minimum amount of fuss.
33. Don’t buy hope in a bottle , and clutter your cabinets with half-used “miracle” lotions and potions.
34. Avoid unhealthy habits , like smoking, drugs, or drinking in excess. You’ll look better now, and avoid a boatload of health problems down the road.
35. Let your inner beauty shine. A pleasant countenance and radiant smile will make you more beautiful than any cosmetics.
2 months ago
A Suicide Bombing
An unimaginably loud explosion,
Is followed by broken glass,
And the screams of women and children,
Who are caught up in the blast.
They are caught up in a conflict,
It is catching up with all their lives,
It hasn’t asked for what it’s taken,
And it won’t apologise.
The people open their eyes,
Or at least all those who can,
They don’t want to see the damage,
Dealt by the bombers hand.
They survey all the bleeding,
They hear the cries of pain,
They struggle to comprehend this,
And they start to feel the strain.
A half a dozen are dead,
Fathers, mothers and sons,
And no one can answer the question:
In all this loss, just who has won?
What would drive a person
To board a bus with this in his head?
The survivors don’t know the reason,
Anyone who does is probably dead.
An unimaginably loud explosion,
Is followed by broken glass,
And the screams of women and children,
Who are caught up in the blast.
They are caught up in a conflict,
It is catching up with all their lives,
It hasn’t asked for what it’s taken,
And it won’t apologise.
The people open their eyes,
Or at least all those who can,
They don’t want to see the damage,
Dealt by the bombers hand.
They survey all the bleeding,
They hear the cries of pain,
They struggle to comprehend this,
And they start to feel the strain.
A half a dozen are dead,
Fathers, mothers and sons,
And no one can answer the question:
In all this loss, just who has won?
What would drive a person
To board a bus with this in his head?
The survivors don’t know the reason,
Anyone who does is probably dead.