#hemingway — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #hemingway, aggregated by home.social.
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To Have and Have Not Another Teen Movie
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To Have and Have Not Another Teen Movie
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To Have and Have Not Another Teen Movie
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To Have and Have Not Another Teen Movie
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To Have and Have Not Another Teen Movie
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It felt appropriate to read this at the beach.
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It felt appropriate to read this at the beach.
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It felt appropriate to read this at the beach.
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It felt appropriate to read this at the beach.
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It felt appropriate to read this at the beach.
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El #mar me ha desvelado sus caprichos #Debussy 🌊🏖️🎶 https://letrasprestadas-clubpickwick.blogspot.com/2020/07/en-la-orilla-del-mar-9-interludios.html Te propongo un paseo por la orilla del mar en compañía de nueve interludios marinos, unos musicales y otros literarios. Con #Benedetti, #Britten, #Hemingway y una #Habanera
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El #mar hace a su manera 🌊📕 https://letrasprestadas-clubpickwick.blogspot.com/2020/07/en-la-orilla-del-mar-9-interludios.html Te propongo un paseo por la orilla del mar en compañía de nueve interludios marinos, unos musicales y otros literarios. Con #Benedetti, #Britten, #Hemingway, #Debussi y una #Habanera
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"There is no friend as loyal as a book." — Ernest Hemingway
Books are quiet companions that never leave.
#BookFriends #Hemingway #books -
"There is no friend as loyal as a book." — Ernest Hemingway
Books are quiet companions that never leave.
#BookFriends #Hemingway #books -
"There is no friend as loyal as a book." — Ernest Hemingway
Books are quiet companions that never leave.
#BookFriends #Hemingway #books -
"There is no friend as loyal as a book." — Ernest Hemingway
Books are quiet companions that never leave.
#BookFriends #Hemingway #books -
"There is no friend as loyal as a book." — Ernest Hemingway
Books are quiet companions that never leave.
#BookFriends #Hemingway #books -
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"Loudspeaker of the people's army" deployed in the battlefield. -
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"Loudspeaker of the people's army" deployed in the battlefield. -
@MikeDunnAuthor
"Loudspeaker of the people's army" deployed in the battlefield. -
@MikeDunnAuthor
"Loudspeaker of the people's army" deployed in the battlefield. -
@MikeDunnAuthor
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Happy Birthday Earnest #Hemingway!
#novelist, short-stories, reporter, bullfighter, big-game hunter - "man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated"
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Happy Birthday Earnest #Hemingway!
#novelist, short-stories, reporter, bullfighter, big-game hunter - "man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated"
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Happy Birthday Earnest #Hemingway!
#novelist, short-stories, reporter, bullfighter, big-game hunter - "man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated"
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Happy Birthday Earnest #Hemingway!
#novelist, short-stories, reporter, bullfighter, big-game hunter - "man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated"
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Happy Birthday Earnest #Hemingway!
#novelist, short-stories, reporter, bullfighter, big-game hunter - "man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated"
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A #Pastiche in Time: Algernon Blackwood Part 1 of 2
#FanFic #AlgernonBlackwood
#Wss366 Brief / Hemingway's birthday #TimeTravelAuthors Fixing“Doctor Silence, it is the most disconcerting feeling. I can no longer read. If I pick up a book, I soon enter a fugue state and am transported to that time and place.”
I was seated in a room painted a calming green. A servant had provided me with a chair that was inexplicably nailed to the floor. The doctor sat across from me listening intently.
If I had to describe him, I would first say he matched his name. He gave off a quiet air of calm, despite an eerie aura. His whole manner left you convinced he was both incalculably benevolent and knowledgeable. As for his dress, he wore a tasteful plum smoking jacket, for I had arrived at his consult in the early evening, far past normal visiting hours.
“Go on,” he said. “How did it start?”
“The first time it happened, I was reading ‘Time Machine’ by H.G. Wells. I was nearing the end when I had the most realistic dream that I was walking under a dim sun by the sea. On the beach were alien, muddy-brown crabs of enormous size. The experience was quite #brief, and I awoke presently.”
“Only it wasn’t a dream, was it?” the doctor said.
I relaxed; he understood. I knew there was an alternate chamber with padded walls for delusional visitors. That they hadn’t taken me to it should have been reassuring, but it was good to see tangible evidence that Dr. Silence accepted my bizarre story.
“No, but I didn’t know it. It seemed too fantastic to think I was actually traveling to those times and places.”
Forgetting the chair was immobile, I attempted to scoot closer to my audience. After a nervous laugh, I continued. “I had several more experiences of this nature: a visit to the Khyber Pass; Paris during the French Revolution; and a 1920s speakeasy. I rather enjoyed the dreams. They were so vivid and realistic, each longer than the last. I felt quite safe, since if anything bad happens, I’ll wake up, which is something I can generally force myself to do.”
“When did you realize?” Silent asked.
“I was reading #Hemingway’s ‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’ and found myself in a crowded Spanish tavern. There was a fellow American there, and I offered to buy him a drink. We fell to talking, him about being a war correspondent. I was excited to actually be talking to a famous author and, well, one thing led to another, and I told him I was from the future and that the Republicans would lose the war. He laughed. I don’t think he believed me.”
[Continued tomorrow]
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A #Pastiche in Time: Algernon Blackwood Part 1 of 2
#FanFic #AlgernonBlackwood
#Wss366 Brief / Hemingway's birthday #TimeTravelAuthors Fixing“Doctor Silence, it is the most disconcerting feeling. I can no longer read. If I pick up a book, I soon enter a fugue state and am transported to that time and place.”
I was seated in a room painted a calming green. A servant had provided me with a chair that was inexplicably nailed to the floor. The doctor sat across from me listening intently.
If I had to describe him, I would first say he matched his name. He gave off a quiet air of calm, despite an eerie aura. His whole manner left you convinced he was both incalculably benevolent and knowledgeable. As for his dress, he wore a tasteful plum smoking jacket, for I had arrived at his consult in the early evening, far past normal visiting hours.
“Go on,” he said. “How did it start?”
“The first time it happened, I was reading ‘Time Machine’ by H.G. Wells. I was nearing the end when I had the most realistic dream that I was walking under a dim sun by the sea. On the beach were alien, muddy-brown crabs of enormous size. The experience was quite #brief, and I awoke presently.”
“Only it wasn’t a dream, was it?” the doctor said.
I relaxed; he understood. I knew there was an alternate chamber with padded walls for delusional visitors. That they hadn’t taken me to it should have been reassuring, but it was good to see tangible evidence that Dr. Silence accepted my bizarre story.
“No, but I didn’t know it. It seemed too fantastic to think I was actually traveling to those times and places.”
Forgetting the chair was immobile, I attempted to scoot closer to my audience. After a nervous laugh, I continued. “I had several more experiences of this nature: a visit to the Khyber Pass; Paris during the French Revolution; and a 1920s speakeasy. I rather enjoyed the dreams. They were so vivid and realistic, each longer than the last. I felt quite safe, since if anything bad happens, I’ll wake up, which is something I can generally force myself to do.”
“When did you realize?” Silent asked.
“I was reading #Hemingway’s ‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’ and found myself in a crowded Spanish tavern. There was a fellow American there, and I offered to buy him a drink. We fell to talking, him about being a war correspondent. I was excited to actually be talking to a famous author and, well, one thing led to another, and I told him I was from the future and that the Republicans would lose the war. He laughed. I don’t think he believed me.”
[Continued tomorrow]
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A #Pastiche in Time: Algernon Blackwood Part 1 of 2
#FanFic #AlgernonBlackwood
#Wss366 Brief / Hemingway's birthday #TimeTravelAuthors Fixing“Doctor Silence, it is the most disconcerting feeling. I can no longer read. If I pick up a book, I soon enter a fugue state and am transported to that time and place.”
I was seated in a room painted a calming green. A servant had provided me with a chair that was inexplicably nailed to the floor. The doctor sat across from me listening intently.
If I had to describe him, I would first say he matched his name. He gave off a quiet air of calm, despite an eerie aura. His whole manner left you convinced he was both incalculably benevolent and knowledgeable. As for his dress, he wore a tasteful plum smoking jacket, for I had arrived at his consult in the early evening, far past normal visiting hours.
“Go on,” he said. “How did it start?”
“The first time it happened, I was reading ‘Time Machine’ by H.G. Wells. I was nearing the end when I had the most realistic dream that I was walking under a dim sun by the sea. On the beach were alien, muddy-brown crabs of enormous size. The experience was quite #brief, and I awoke presently.”
“Only it wasn’t a dream, was it?” the doctor said.
I relaxed; he understood. I knew there was an alternate chamber with padded walls for delusional visitors. That they hadn’t taken me to it should have been reassuring, but it was good to see tangible evidence that Dr. Silence accepted my bizarre story.
“No, but I didn’t know it. It seemed too fantastic to think I was actually traveling to those times and places.”
Forgetting the chair was immobile, I attempted to scoot closer to my audience. After a nervous laugh, I continued. “I had several more experiences of this nature: a visit to the Khyber Pass; Paris during the French Revolution; and a 1920s speakeasy. I rather enjoyed the dreams. They were so vivid and realistic, each longer than the last. I felt quite safe, since if anything bad happens, I’ll wake up, which is something I can generally force myself to do.”
“When did you realize?” Silent asked.
“I was reading #Hemingway’s ‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’ and found myself in a crowded Spanish tavern. There was a fellow American there, and I offered to buy him a drink. We fell to talking, him about being a war correspondent. I was excited to actually be talking to a famous author and, well, one thing led to another, and I told him I was from the future and that the Republicans would lose the war. He laughed. I don’t think he believed me.”
[Continued tomorrow]
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A #Pastiche in Time: Algernon Blackwood Part 1 of 2
#FanFic #AlgernonBlackwood
#Wss366 Brief / Hemingway's birthday #TimeTravelAuthors Fixing“Doctor Silence, it is the most disconcerting feeling. I can no longer read. If I pick up a book, I soon enter a fugue state and am transported to that time and place.”
I was seated in a room painted a calming green. A servant had provided me with a chair that was inexplicably nailed to the floor. The doctor sat across from me listening intently.
If I had to describe him, I would first say he matched his name. He gave off a quiet air of calm, despite an eerie aura. His whole manner left you convinced he was both incalculably benevolent and knowledgeable. As for his dress, he wore a tasteful plum smoking jacket, for I had arrived at his consult in the early evening, far past normal visiting hours.
“Go on,” he said. “How did it start?”
“The first time it happened, I was reading ‘Time Machine’ by H.G. Wells. I was nearing the end when I had the most realistic dream that I was walking under a dim sun by the sea. On the beach were alien, muddy-brown crabs of enormous size. The experience was quite #brief, and I awoke presently.”
“Only it wasn’t a dream, was it?” the doctor said.
I relaxed; he understood. I knew there was an alternate chamber with padded walls for delusional visitors. That they hadn’t taken me to it should have been reassuring, but it was good to see tangible evidence that Dr. Silence accepted my bizarre story.
“No, but I didn’t know it. It seemed too fantastic to think I was actually traveling to those times and places.”
Forgetting the chair was immobile, I attempted to scoot closer to my audience. After a nervous laugh, I continued. “I had several more experiences of this nature: a visit to the Khyber Pass; Paris during the French Revolution; and a 1920s speakeasy. I rather enjoyed the dreams. They were so vivid and realistic, each longer than the last. I felt quite safe, since if anything bad happens, I’ll wake up, which is something I can generally force myself to do.”
“When did you realize?” Silent asked.
“I was reading #Hemingway’s ‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’ and found myself in a crowded Spanish tavern. There was a fellow American there, and I offered to buy him a drink. We fell to talking, him about being a war correspondent. I was excited to actually be talking to a famous author and, well, one thing led to another, and I told him I was from the future and that the Republicans would lose the war. He laughed. I don’t think he believed me.”
[Continued tomorrow]
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A #Pastiche in Time: Algernon Blackwood Part 1 of 2
#FanFic #AlgernonBlackwood
#Wss366 Brief / Hemingway's birthday #TimeTravelAuthors Fixing“Doctor Silence, it is the most disconcerting feeling. I can no longer read. If I pick up a book, I soon enter a fugue state and am transported to that time and place.”
I was seated in a room painted a calming green. A servant had provided me with a chair that was inexplicably nailed to the floor. The doctor sat across from me listening intently.
If I had to describe him, I would first say he matched his name. He gave off a quiet air of calm, despite an eerie aura. His whole manner left you convinced he was both incalculably benevolent and knowledgeable. As for his dress, he wore a tasteful plum smoking jacket, for I had arrived at his consult in the early evening, far past normal visiting hours.
“Go on,” he said. “How did it start?”
“The first time it happened, I was reading ‘Time Machine’ by H.G. Wells. I was nearing the end when I had the most realistic dream that I was walking under a dim sun by the sea. On the beach were alien, muddy-brown crabs of enormous size. The experience was quite #brief, and I awoke presently.”
“Only it wasn’t a dream, was it?” the doctor said.
I relaxed; he understood. I knew there was an alternate chamber with padded walls for delusional visitors. That they hadn’t taken me to it should have been reassuring, but it was good to see tangible evidence that Dr. Silence accepted my bizarre story.
“No, but I didn’t know it. It seemed too fantastic to think I was actually traveling to those times and places.”
Forgetting the chair was immobile, I attempted to scoot closer to my audience. After a nervous laugh, I continued. “I had several more experiences of this nature: a visit to the Khyber Pass; Paris during the French Revolution; and a 1920s speakeasy. I rather enjoyed the dreams. They were so vivid and realistic, each longer than the last. I felt quite safe, since if anything bad happens, I’ll wake up, which is something I can generally force myself to do.”
“When did you realize?” Silent asked.
“I was reading #Hemingway’s ‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’ and found myself in a crowded Spanish tavern. There was a fellow American there, and I offered to buy him a drink. We fell to talking, him about being a war correspondent. I was excited to actually be talking to a famous author and, well, one thing led to another, and I told him I was from the future and that the Republicans would lose the war. He laughed. I don’t think he believed me.”
[Continued tomorrow]
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Happy Birthday, …
Ernest #Hemingway zum 127. Geburtstag. RIP.
Der alte Mann und das Meer …
erinnert daran, dass wahre Stärke nicht im Sieg liegt, …
sondern darin, trotz Rückschlägen Kurs zu halten.
Denn daran erkennt man die #Selbstkorrekturfähigkeit, also die #Resilenz komplexer #Systeme. -
"Write the truest sentence that you know."
That simple advice guided Ernest Hemingway (July 21, 1899 – July 2, 1961) throughout his life. A reporter, soldier, traveler, Nobel Prize winner, and master storyteller, he transformed real-life adventure into timeless literature.
#Hemingway #books #writers #literature #bookstodon @bookstodon #reading #booksky #bookstagram #today #birthday #book #bookwyrm #bookstagram #readingcommunity
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"Write the truest sentence that you know."
That simple advice guided Ernest Hemingway (July 21, 1899 – July 2, 1961) throughout his life. A reporter, soldier, traveler, Nobel Prize winner, and master storyteller, he transformed real-life adventure into timeless literature.
#Hemingway #books #writers #literature #bookstodon @bookstodon #reading #booksky #bookstagram #today #birthday #book #bookwyrm #bookstagram #readingcommunity
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"Write the truest sentence that you know."
That simple advice guided Ernest Hemingway (July 21, 1899 – July 2, 1961) throughout his life. A reporter, soldier, traveler, Nobel Prize winner, and master storyteller, he transformed real-life adventure into timeless literature.
#Hemingway #books #writers #literature #bookstodon @bookstodon #reading #booksky #bookstagram #today #birthday #book #bookwyrm #bookstagram #readingcommunity
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"Write the truest sentence that you know."
That simple advice guided Ernest Hemingway (July 21, 1899 – July 2, 1961) throughout his life. A reporter, soldier, traveler, Nobel Prize winner, and master storyteller, he transformed real-life adventure into timeless literature.
#Hemingway #books #writers #literature #bookstodon @bookstodon #reading #booksky #bookstagram #today #birthday #book #bookwyrm #bookstagram #readingcommunity
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"Write the truest sentence that you know."
That simple advice guided Ernest Hemingway (July 21, 1899 – July 2, 1961) throughout his life. A reporter, soldier, traveler, Nobel Prize winner, and master storyteller, he transformed real-life adventure into timeless literature.
#Hemingway #books #writers #literature #bookstodon @bookstodon #reading #booksky #bookstagram #today #birthday #book #bookwyrm #bookstagram #readingcommunity
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"There is no friend as loyal as a book." — Ernest Hemingway
Books are quiet companions that never leave.
#BookFriends #Hemingway #books -
"There is no friend as loyal as a book." — Ernest Hemingway
Books are quiet companions that never leave.
#BookFriends #Hemingway #books -
"There is no friend as loyal as a book." — Ernest Hemingway
Books are quiet companions that never leave.
#BookFriends #Hemingway #books -
"There is no friend as loyal as a book." — Ernest Hemingway
Books are quiet companions that never leave.
#BookFriends #Hemingway #books -
"There is no friend as loyal as a book." — Ernest Hemingway
Books are quiet companions that never leave.
#BookFriends #Hemingway #books -
En la #orilla del #mar. 9 interludios marinos 🌊🏖️ https://letrasprestadas-clubpickwick.blogspot.com/2020/07/en-la-orilla-del-mar-9-interludios.html Te propongo un paseo por la orilla del mar en compañía de nueve interludios marinos, unos musicales y otros literarios. Con #Benedetti, #Britten, #Hemingway, #Debussi y una #Habanera
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¿Qué es el #mar? #Benedetti 🌊📘 https://letrasprestadas-clubpickwick.blogspot.com/2020/07/en-la-orilla-del-mar-9-interludios.html Te propongo un paseo por la orilla del mar en compañía de nueve interludios marinos, unos musicales y otros literarios. Con #Benedetti, #Britten, #Hemingway, #Debussi y una #Habanera
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En la #orilla del #mar. 9 interludios marinos 🌊 🏖️🎶📘 https://letrasprestadas-clubpickwick.blogspot.com/2020/07/en-la-orilla-del-mar-9-interludios.html Te propongo un paseo por la orilla del mar en compañía de nueve interludios marinos, unos musicales y otros literarios. Con #Benedetti, #Britten, #Hemingway, #Debussi y una #Habanera
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La #mar es dulce y hermosa #Hemingway 💦🌊📕 https://letrasprestadas-clubpickwick.blogspot.com/2020/07/en-la-orilla-del-mar-9-interludios.html Te propongo un paseo por la orilla del mar en compañía de nueve interludios marinos, unos musicales y otros literarios. Con #Benedetti, #Britten, #Hemingway, #Debussi y una #Habanera
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En la #orilla del #mar. 9 interludios marinos 🏖️🎶📘 https://letrasprestadas-clubpickwick.blogspot.com/2020/07/en-la-orilla-del-mar-9-interludios.html Te propongo un paseo por la orilla del mar en compañía de nueve interludios marinos, unos musicales y otros literarios. Con #Benedetti, #Britten, #Hemingway, #Debussi y una #Habanera
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El #mar me ha desvelado sus caprichos #Debussy 🌊🏖️🎶 https://letrasprestadas-clubpickwick.blogspot.com/2020/07/en-la-orilla-del-mar-9-interludios.html Te propongo un paseo por la orilla del mar en compañía de nueve interludios marinos, unos musicales y otros literarios. Con #Benedetti, #Britten, #Hemingway y una #Habanera
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https://www.europesays.com/es/655344/ Séptimo encierro de Sanfermines 2026 de hoy, 13 de julio: horario, recorrido y dónde ver en directo #Culture #Entertainment #Entretenimiento #ernest #ES #España #feast #fermin #fiesta #Hemingway #holiday #iruna #Jandilla #multitude #navarre #News #photojournalism #san #sanfermin #Sanfermines #show #Spain #spectacle #traditional
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That all said, if It Happens between the hours of noon and 6pm, I'm going to enjoy one of Ernest Hemingway's favorite recipes while waiting for my tamales to cook.
#Absinthe #Cocktails #Hemingway
RE: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:r3hl5udsbhenyneix6nnydod/post/3mqi6npqhfk2n
Death in the Afternoon (cockta... -
En la #orilla del #mar. 9 interludios marinos 🎶🌊🏖️ https://letrasprestadas-clubpickwick.blogspot.com/2020/07/en-la-orilla-del-mar-9-interludios.html Te propongo un paseo por la orilla del mar en compañía de nueve interludios marinos, unos musicales y otros literarios. Con #Benedetti, #Britten, #Hemingway, #Debussi y una #Habanera
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https://www.europesays.com/si/156660/ Na festivalu v Pamploni bik hudo ranil tekača: z rogom ga je nabodel v obraz #Hemingway #KulturniDogodek #Poškodbe #SanFermin #Slovene #Slovenščina #Španija #Svet #TekZBiki #tradicija #Turizem #varnost #World #Zaščitaživali
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En la #orilla del #mar. 9 interludios marinos 🌊🎶📘 https://letrasprestadas-clubpickwick.blogspot.com/2020/07/en-la-orilla-del-mar-9-interludios.html Te propongo un paseo por la orilla del mar en compañía de nueve interludios marinos, unos musicales y otros literarios. Con #Benedetti, #Britten, #Hemingway, #Debussi y una #Habanera
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Ablenkungsfrei schreiben. Das mag ich sehr. Ich habe immer schon eine Schwäche für den #FocusWriter gehabt und habe sie noch. 🪶
Aber eben habe ich mir nach #MarkText - meeeh... - auch noch #Apostrophe aus dem #AUR gezerrt und bin schwer begeistert.
Einfach und auf den Punkt, so liebe ich das.
Vor allem nach einem Druck auf F11 zeigt sich die ganze schlichte Schönheit. 🥲
#minimalismus #markdown #editor #Apostrophe #ablenkungsfrei #Schreiben #Werkzeug #Hemingway #linux
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Ablenkungsfrei schreiben. Das mag ich sehr. Ich habe immer schon eine Schwäche für den #FocusWriter gehabt und habe sie noch. 🪶
Aber eben habe ich mir nach #MarkText - meeeh... - auch noch #Apostrophe aus dem #AUR gezerrt und bin schwer begeistert.
Einfach und auf den Punkt, so liebe ich das.
Vor allem nach einem Druck auf F11 zeigt sich die ganze schlichte Schönheit. 🥲
#minimalismus #markdown #editor #Apostrophe #ablenkungsfrei #Schreiben #Werkzeug #Hemingway #linux
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The text of the first few paragraphs of Ernie's first Toronto Star article…
He refers to Americans as: "citizens of the republic to the south of us" and says that the TRUE home of the free and the brave is the barber college. 🤣
That last paragraph is hilarious and in classic Hemingway style. Short, terse, and ironic:
"… a visit to the barber college requires the cold, naked valour of the man who walks clear-eyed to death."
Pretty great.
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The text of the first few paragraphs of Ernie's first Toronto Star article…
He refers to Americans as: "citizens of the republic to the south of us" and says that the TRUE home of the free and the brave is the barber college. 🤣
That last paragraph is hilarious and in classic Hemingway style. Short, terse, and ironic:
"… a visit to the barber college requires the cold, naked valour of the man who walks clear-eyed to death."
Pretty great.
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The text of the first few paragraphs of Ernie's first Toronto Star article…
He refers to Americans as: "citizens of the republic to the south of us" and says that the TRUE home of the free and the brave is the barber college. 🤣
That last paragraph is hilarious and in classic Hemingway style. Short, terse, and ironic:
"… a visit to the barber college requires the cold, naked valour of the man who walks clear-eyed to death."
Pretty great.
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The text of the first few paragraphs of Ernie's first Toronto Star article…
He refers to Americans as: "citizens of the republic to the south of us" and says that the TRUE home of the free and the brave is the barber college. 🤣
That last paragraph is hilarious and in classic Hemingway style. Short, terse, and ironic:
"… a visit to the barber college requires the cold, naked valour of the man who walks clear-eyed to death."
Pretty great.