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  1. Looking once and remembering for a thousand years. Lovely phrase.

    Source: a translation iteration loosely tied to the Chinese idiom: 眼千年.

    #poetic #language

  2. Looking once and remembering for a thousand years. Lovely phrase.

    Source: a translation iteration loosely tied to the Chinese idiom: 眼千年.

    #poetic #language

  3. Looking once and remembering for a thousand years. Lovely phrase.

    Source: a translation iteration loosely tied to the Chinese idiom: 眼千年.

    #poetic #language

  4. Looking once and remembering for a thousand years. Lovely phrase.

    Source: a translation iteration loosely tied to the Chinese idiom: 眼千年.

    #poetic #language

  5. Looking once and remembering for a thousand years. Lovely phrase.

    Source: a translation iteration loosely tied to the Chinese idiom: 眼千年.

  6. @FotoVorschlag 'Poetisch' / poetic
    On some underground train or other in London, July 2026. Edit: And now, looking a little closer at my own photo, I notice the line map with the station names partly visible at the top of the picture is black, hence a Northern line train. 🧐
    #FotoVorschlag #Poetisch #Poetic #TfL #TransportForLondon #Shakespeare #PoemsOnTheUnderground #London #UK

  7. @FotoVorschlag 'Poetisch' / poetic
    On some underground train or other in London, July 2026. Edit: And now, looking a little closer at my own photo, I notice the line map with the station names partly visible at the top of the picture is black, hence a Northern line train. 🧐
    #FotoVorschlag #Poetisch #Poetic #TfL #TransportForLondon #Shakespeare #PoemsOnTheUnderground #London #UK

  8. The Witness

    Once, I went searching for ghosts. Now, I search for something quieter. The places where humanity still whispers. There is a difference. Ghosts ask us to wonder. Whispers ask us to listen. I have found them beneath weathered stones, inside forgotten prisons, among ancient earthworks, and where the tide quietly returns what the sea is finally willing to surrender. Read on with the 🔗 for KandiBlaze.Wordpress.com

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  9. The Witness

    Once, I went searching for ghosts. Now, I search for something quieter. The places where humanity still whispers. There is a difference. Ghosts ask us to wonder. Whispers ask us to listen. I have found them beneath weathered stones, inside forgotten prisons, among ancient earthworks, and where the tide quietly returns what the sea is finally willing to surrender. Read on with the 🔗 for KandiBlaze.Wordpress.com

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  10. The Witness

    Once, I went searching for ghosts. Now, I search for something quieter. The places where humanity still whispers. There is a difference. Ghosts ask us to wonder. Whispers ask us to listen. I have found them beneath weathered stones, inside forgotten prisons, among ancient earthworks, and where the tide quietly returns what the sea is finally willing to surrender. Read on with the 🔗 for KandiBlaze.Wordpress.com

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/