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Poland: White borscht (zurek) and babka wielkanocna

• White borscht isn't exclusively made at Easter, but it's common during the holiday. Made from soured rye flour, sausage, and hard-boiled eggs, the soup is hearty and filling.
• Although babka has become a year-round dessert favorite in many countries, the spongy yeast cake has traditionally been served on Easter Sunday in Poland for years. Typically, the babka is round and covered in a sweet glaze.

Poland: White borscht (zurek) and babka wielkanocna

• White borscht isn't exclusively made at Easter, but it's common during the holiday. Made from soured rye flour, sausage, and hard-boiled eggs, the soup is hearty and filling.
• Although babka has become a year-round dessert favorite in many countries, the spongy yeast cake has traditionally been served on Easter Sunday in Poland for years. Typically, the babka is round and covered in a sweet glaze.

Smokestack Funeral

Up draft butterfly
Spiral elevator view
Her vanishing act

Confusing Confusion

So many choices, don't know where to go
North; South; East; West, being pulled in all directions
Work or study can not decide
love and hate, to live or die
cross or stay, come or go
confusing the paths , but down which road?
Left or right, up and down
sing a song or smile or frown
speak of feelings, keep them inside
embrace death or coward and hide
show my face or wear the mask
eat the food or the trash
so many choices without a clue
of the decisions I'm to do.
stay with you, come or go
wait beside, behind or below
questions problems which to solve
the fun, cruel, maybe non at all
so many choices, going insane
or already was, ahh! the pain
so many choices, what to do
i do not know, I HAVE NOT A CLUE!!!!!!

Vix - Gaston Chaissac

Decorative Composition - Vasyl Yermylov

Night of our moon

This world is a game of do or die
We refuse to see the tears as the children, they cry
We don't even stop to ask ourselves why
It's not that we're mean, we simply know not how to be so kind

And the moon rises over the rye
Eerily kissing the twilight goodbye
the moon rising over the rye

Blue skies are for the eagles wings
and sometimes, when the moon is up,the wind only seems to sing
of how, come dawn, the skies are free
it's beauty is shared by you and me

And the moon's disappearing into a blue sky
granting the eagles the freedom to fly
the moon disappearing into our blue sky

We have all had our share of sorrow and pain
Without this, may I ask you, would you really be sane
and though it is sad to see our loved ones leave
you'd be blind not to see how through
darkness the moon's light does weave

And as we look to the moon we're in tears
as we remember good times and past years
looking to the moonlight in tears

We have made it through the day, the moon is now in sight
Come now children, you've all been wronged
and you know this in the night
You ponder of how in the day the wrong could seem so right
You ignorance betrayed you, and did you really think
there could be a shadow not cast by light

And the moon comes to us in the night
through darkness comes hope with its pale silver light
the moon is with you in the night

Now it may just be me, but man,it seems, is overrated
But to you I'm a child, and so the poet has overstated
As you turn away from the truth, you cast your own shadow of doubt
And as you are engulfed in its darkness, your denial it echoed in shout

And as we watch the shadows dance on an eerie moonlit night
No longer ignorant, but innocent, no longer wrong nor right
Our lives had seemed so hollow, here their only an illusion
The wind is calling out my name. End of poem, my last conclusion

Expectation - Gustav Klimt

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When my dreams end

What lies over a rainbow...
That catches our soul...

What does the voice in the wind have to say...
To bring you wondering each passing day...

Why does your reflection shimmer in a churning stream...
Making you wonder if life is nothing but a dream...

And perhaps that's all life really is, a dream.
Because things never really stay what they seem.

Like grains of sand...
Slipping through a grasping hand...

You just can't seem to hold onto them.
Like light slowly leaving, and making a room dim.

And if life is nothing but a dream then what shall happen when it dies away.
Fading like a flower when the autum night takes over its summer day.

What shall happen when my dreams end...
Shall another start, and I just mend?

Or perhaps I will give in and just die.
Taking my last breath as a long sigh.

Oh, what shall happen when my dreams depart?
Shall I then just wither away and fall apart?

And gasp a long cry into the nocturnal air as the moon gazes down upon my poor, dying soul.
Watching me wither, and to end all, dying like flames upon a single piece of coal.

Why must it be this way?
Why must I end my day...

Oh, I hope and I so desperatly plead.
That this dream to not let me bleed.

To hold onto me.
And let me see.

My life, my dream...
My reflection... in the stream...

VIMANA SHASTRA

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Baptism of Christ, St. John Altarpiece - Giovanni Bellini

Eavesdrop on Real Conversations for Inspiration

You can think of the dialogue you write as being the conversations that real people have—the kind you would overhear someone having if you were hiding in a closet in their house."

One of the best ways to get a feel for how people actually talk is to pay attention to how people talk in the real world.

The Widow - Gustave Dore

Spending time with loved ones

The difference between Denmark and the rest of Europe may be attributed to their time spent interacting with their communities because Danes leave work early whereas most Europeans stay at work until 5:30 p.m., leaving no time for after-work gatherings or family dinners due to long hours at the office.

It isn’t surprising that hygge (the Danish way of creating intimacy) involves spending time with loved ones since touching others makes us feel warm and secure by releasing oxytocin into our bloodstreams, which causes bonding feelings between parents and children.

The Doll (Maquette for The Doll's Games) - Hans Bellmer

Long-necked glass vase - Louis Comfort Tiffany

Hope in life

I had hope
I should of known it was lie
I knew it wouldn't last
I knew someone was lying to me
I knew it
why did I believe you
why did I believe her
I believed
cause I have dreams
I have hopes
but why have hope
hope is pointless
hope will only cause me to break more
so I give up hope
I will leave this hope of find loving
I will leave all hope behind
I will slowly die
for hope was all that I had in life
hope...
is a dream

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9. Sir Fulke Greville

Dying on the toilet isn’t the most dignified way to go, and though Elizabethan poet and dramatist Sir Fulke Greville managed to avoid that fate, the toilet certainly played a part in his death. Greville’s disgruntled servant, Ralph Hayward, stabbed his master in the stomach while helping him fasten his trousers after using the toilet. Physicians filled his wounds with animal fat—but instead of healing the injury, the fat rotted over the next few weeks, and Greville died of gangrene on September 30, 1628. Maybe being quickly killed on the toilet would have been better.

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Argenteuil - Edouard Manet

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