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Abandoned Yeagertown Store. Watercolor and Marker. #vintage #old #oldstore #oldstores #vintagestores #quaint #smalltown #smalltownlife #oldfashioned #oldfashionedlife #yeagertown #mifflincounty #pennsylvania #olddays #memory #memories #shoerepair #shoerepairing #oldfashionedjobs #brickwork #foliage #storefront #abandoned #ghostly #heritage #history
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Abandoned Yeagertown Store. Watercolor and Marker. #vintage #old #oldstore #oldstores #vintagestores #quaint #smalltown #smalltownlife #oldfashioned #oldfashionedlife #yeagertown #mifflincounty #pennsylvania #olddays #memory #memories #shoerepair #shoerepairing #oldfashionedjobs #brickwork #foliage #storefront #abandoned #ghostly #heritage #history
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Abandoned Yeagertown Store. Watercolor and Marker. #vintage #old #oldstore #oldstores #vintagestores #quaint #smalltown #smalltownlife #oldfashioned #oldfashionedlife #yeagertown #mifflincounty #pennsylvania #olddays #memory #memories #shoerepair #shoerepairing #oldfashionedjobs #brickwork #foliage #storefront #abandoned #ghostly #heritage #history
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Abandoned Yeagertown Store. Watercolor and Marker. #vintage #old #oldstore #oldstores #vintagestores #quaint #smalltown #smalltownlife #oldfashioned #oldfashionedlife #yeagertown #mifflincounty #pennsylvania #olddays #memory #memories #shoerepair #shoerepairing #oldfashionedjobs #brickwork #foliage #storefront #abandoned #ghostly #heritage #history
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Abandoned Yeagertown Store. Watercolor and Marker. #vintage #old #oldstore #oldstores #vintagestores #quaint #smalltown #smalltownlife #oldfashioned #oldfashionedlife #yeagertown #mifflincounty #pennsylvania #olddays #memory #memories #shoerepair #shoerepairing #oldfashionedjobs #brickwork #foliage #storefront #abandoned #ghostly #heritage #history
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Crow With No Name: Part 1
#Wss366 caravan #MastoPrompt quaint
I sat on the porch of my #caravan—that’s what my best friend Rebekka-san calls it. She's a #quaint little British witch—and thought about what I was going to do with my life. In the background, the radio played an old "America" song, “A Horse with No Name.”
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can’t remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain“Wish it was me,” I thought.
My girlfriend dumped me because her parents didn’t like her dating a foreigner, especially another girl. College had been a bust. I had three degrees and a prodigious student loan debt, but no job prospects. All the places I’d considered working had been closed due to funding shortages or had hiring freezes. Outside of academia, who needed someone with degrees in medieval studies, Asian mythology, and mystic psychology? The last degree was from Antioch—a roll-your-own degree—and when people saw it, they said, “What the fuck?” Maybe not exactly, but words to that effect.
I felt like ending it all. Enough said.
In my hand was a vial given to me by Rebekka-san’s friend Abiru-san. She was a real joker, so I assumed the vial was one of her pranks. You know, something like castor oil or gall. "Drink this if you reach the end of your rope," she’d said, laughing. But maybe it wasn’t a joke—she was a witch after all.
“Ugh, that was…” I started but finished with, “Crickey crack.”
What had just happened? Had it frozen my vocal cords?
The world looked funny. What was in this stuff?
Holy shit! Black feathers!
Was it a hallucinogen? Acid!?
I must be tripping my brains out. I had wings!
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Crow With No Name: Part 1
#Wss366 caravan #MastoPrompt quaint
I sat on the porch of my #caravan—that’s what my best friend Rebekka-san calls it. She's a #quaint little British witch—and thought about what I was going to do with my life. In the background, the radio played an old "America" song, “A Horse with No Name.”
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can’t remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain“Wish it was me,” I thought.
My girlfriend dumped me because her parents didn’t like her dating a foreigner, especially another girl. College had been a bust. I had three degrees and a prodigious student loan debt, but no job prospects. All the places I’d considered working had been closed due to funding shortages or had hiring freezes. Outside of academia, who needed someone with degrees in medieval studies, Asian mythology, and mystic psychology? The last degree was from Antioch—a roll-your-own degree—and when people saw it, they said, “What the fuck?” Maybe not exactly, but words to that effect.
I felt like ending it all. Enough said.
In my hand was a vial given to me by Rebekka-san’s friend Abiru-san. She was a real joker, so I assumed the vial was one of her pranks. You know, something like castor oil or gall. "Drink this if you reach the end of your rope," she’d said, laughing. But maybe it wasn’t a joke—she was a witch after all.
“Ugh, that was…” I started but finished with, “Crickey crack.”
What had just happened? Had it frozen my vocal cords?
The world looked funny. What was in this stuff?
Holy shit! Black feathers!
Was it a hallucinogen? Acid!?
I must be tripping my brains out. I had wings!
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Crow With No Name: Part 1
#Wss366 caravan #MastoPrompt quaint
I sat on the porch of my #caravan—that’s what my best friend Rebekka-san calls it. She's a #quaint little British witch—and thought about what I was going to do with my life. In the background, the radio played an old "America" song, “A Horse with No Name.”
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can’t remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain“Wish it was me,” I thought.
My girlfriend dumped me because her parents didn’t like her dating a foreigner, especially another girl. College had been a bust. I had three degrees and a prodigious student loan debt, but no job prospects. All the places I’d considered working had been closed due to funding shortages or had hiring freezes. Outside of academia, who needed someone with degrees in medieval studies, Asian mythology, and mystic psychology? The last degree was from Antioch—a roll-your-own degree—and when people saw it, they said, “What the fuck?” Maybe not exactly, but words to that effect.
I felt like ending it all. Enough said.
In my hand was a vial given to me by Rebekka-san’s friend Abiru-san. She was a real joker, so I assumed the vial was one of her pranks. You know, something like castor oil or gall. "Drink this if you reach the end of your rope," she’d said, laughing. But maybe it wasn’t a joke—she was a witch after all.
“Ugh, that was…” I started but finished with, “Crickey crack.”
What had just happened? Had it frozen my vocal cords?
The world looked funny. What was in this stuff?
Holy shit! Black feathers!
Was it a hallucinogen? Acid!?
I must be tripping my brains out. I had wings!
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Crow With No Name: Part 1
#Wss366 caravan #MastoPrompt quaint
I sat on the porch of my #caravan—that’s what my best friend Rebekka-san calls it. She's a #quaint little British witch—and thought about what I was going to do with my life. In the background, the radio played an old "America" song, “A Horse with No Name.”
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can’t remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain“Wish it was me,” I thought.
My girlfriend dumped me because her parents didn’t like her dating a foreigner, especially another girl. College had been a bust. I had three degrees and a prodigious student loan debt, but no job prospects. All the places I’d considered working had been closed due to funding shortages or had hiring freezes. Outside of academia, who needed someone with degrees in medieval studies, Asian mythology, and mystic psychology? The last degree was from Antioch—a roll-your-own degree—and when people saw it, they said, “What the fuck?” Maybe not exactly, but words to that effect.
I felt like ending it all. Enough said.
In my hand was a vial given to me by Rebekka-san’s friend Abiru-san. She was a real joker, so I assumed the vial was one of her pranks. You know, something like castor oil or gall. "Drink this if you reach the end of your rope," she’d said, laughing. But maybe it wasn’t a joke—she was a witch after all.
“Ugh, that was…” I started but finished with, “Crickey crack.”
What had just happened? Had it frozen my vocal cords?
The world looked funny. What was in this stuff?
Holy shit! Black feathers!
Was it a hallucinogen? Acid!?
I must be tripping my brains out. I had wings!
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Crow With No Name: Part 1
#Wss366 caravan #MastoPrompt quaint
I sat on the porch of my #caravan—that’s what my best friend Rebekka-san calls it. She's a #quaint little British witch—and thought about what I was going to do with my life. In the background, the radio played an old "America" song, “A Horse with No Name.”
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can’t remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain“Wish it was me,” I thought.
My girlfriend dumped me because her parents didn’t like her dating a foreigner, especially another girl. College had been a bust. I had three degrees and a prodigious student loan debt, but no job prospects. All the places I’d considered working had been closed due to funding shortages or had hiring freezes. Outside of academia, who needed someone with degrees in medieval studies, Asian mythology, and mystic psychology? The last degree was from Antioch—a roll-your-own degree—and when people saw it, they said, “What the fuck?” Maybe not exactly, but words to that effect.
I felt like ending it all. Enough said.
In my hand was a vial given to me by Rebekka-san’s friend Abiru-san. She was a real joker, so I assumed the vial was one of her pranks. You know, something like castor oil or gall. "Drink this if you reach the end of your rope," she’d said, laughing. But maybe it wasn’t a joke—she was a witch after all.
“Ugh, that was…” I started but finished with, “Crickey crack.”
What had just happened? Had it frozen my vocal cords?
The world looked funny. What was in this stuff?
Holy shit! Black feathers!
Was it a hallucinogen? Acid!?
I must be tripping my brains out. I had wings!
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"Helgafellskirkja Quaint Church Interior"
The country church at Helgafell on the Snæfells peninsula was built in 1903, but the location has been a churchstead since Christianity was adopted in Iceland in the year 1000. Historic cemeteries are on several sides of the church.https://debra-martz.pixels.com/featured/helgafellskirkja-quaint-church-interior-debra-martz.html
#helgafell #iceland #church #christian #faith #chapel #quaint @DebraMartz #giftideas #photography #PhotographyIsArt #BuyIntoArt #AYearForArt #WallArt #HomeDecor
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"Helgafellskirkja Quaint Church Interior"
The country church at Helgafell on the Snæfells peninsula was built in 1903, but the location has been a churchstead since Christianity was adopted in Iceland in the year 1000. Historic cemeteries are on several sides of the church.https://debra-martz.pixels.com/featured/helgafellskirkja-quaint-church-interior-debra-martz.html
#helgafell #iceland #church #christian #faith #chapel #quaint @DebraMartz #giftideas #photography #PhotographyIsArt #BuyIntoArt #AYearForArt #WallArt #HomeDecor
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"Helgafellskirkja Quaint Church Interior"
The country church at Helgafell on the Snæfells peninsula was built in 1903, but the location has been a churchstead since Christianity was adopted in Iceland in the year 1000. Historic cemeteries are on several sides of the church.https://debra-martz.pixels.com/featured/helgafellskirkja-quaint-church-interior-debra-martz.html
#helgafell #iceland #church #christian #faith #chapel #quaint @DebraMartz #giftideas #photography #PhotographyIsArt #BuyIntoArt #AYearForArt #WallArt #HomeDecor
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"Helgafellskirkja Quaint Church Interior"
The country church at Helgafell on the Snæfells peninsula was built in 1903, but the location has been a churchstead since Christianity was adopted in Iceland in the year 1000. Historic cemeteries are on several sides of the church.https://debra-martz.pixels.com/featured/helgafellskirkja-quaint-church-interior-debra-martz.html
#helgafell #iceland #church #christian #faith #chapel #quaint @DebraMartz #giftideas #photography #PhotographyIsArt #BuyIntoArt #AYearForArt #WallArt #HomeDecor
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🛖🏡🏠🏘️💁♀️*Amazon's Ultra Charming "Solitude" Cottage Is Giving Disney Movie Energy—And It Ships FREE👉
Amazon's Ultra Charming "Solitude" Cottage Is Giving Disney Movie Energy—And It Ships FREE https://www.housebeautiful.com/shopping/best-stores/a65993662/amazon-disney-little-cottage-co-shed/
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🛖🏡🏠🏘️💁♀️*Amazon's Ultra Charming "Solitude" Cottage Is Giving Disney Movie Energy—And It Ships FREE👉
Amazon's Ultra Charming "Solitude" Cottage Is Giving Disney Movie Energy—And It Ships FREE https://www.housebeautiful.com/shopping/best-stores/a65993662/amazon-disney-little-cottage-co-shed/
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Now here's an #idea which might sound positively #quaint: bring back #critical #thought!
https://www.theguardian.com/culture/2025/aug/26/movie-reviews-cultural-criticism-erasure
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Now here's an #idea which might sound positively #quaint: bring back #critical #thought!
https://www.theguardian.com/culture/2025/aug/26/movie-reviews-cultural-criticism-erasure
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Now here's an #idea which might sound positively #quaint: bring back #critical #thought!
https://www.theguardian.com/culture/2025/aug/26/movie-reviews-cultural-criticism-erasure
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Now here's an #idea which might sound positively #quaint: bring back #critical #thought!
https://www.theguardian.com/culture/2025/aug/26/movie-reviews-cultural-criticism-erasure
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Now here's an #idea which might sound positively #quaint: bring back #critical #thought!
https://www.theguardian.com/culture/2025/aug/26/movie-reviews-cultural-criticism-erasure
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Seydisfjordur Iceland Mountainside Waterfall by Debra Martz
The quaint town of Seydisfjordur lies at the innermost point of the fjord bearing the same name, and surrounded by high mountains. The more we looked at our surroundings, the more waterfalls we saw, obviously from snow melt, as this was late May.#Seydisfjordur #iceland #waterfall #mountain #fjord #nature #beauty #quaint #Town #photography
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Seydisfjordur Iceland Mountainside Waterfall by Debra Martz
The quaint town of Seydisfjordur lies at the innermost point of the fjord bearing the same name, and surrounded by high mountains. The more we looked at our surroundings, the more waterfalls we saw, obviously from snow melt, as this was late May.#Seydisfjordur #iceland #waterfall #mountain #fjord #nature #beauty #quaint #Town #photography
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Seydisfjordur Iceland Mountainside Waterfall by Debra Martz
The quaint town of Seydisfjordur lies at the innermost point of the fjord bearing the same name, and surrounded by high mountains. The more we looked at our surroundings, the more waterfalls we saw, obviously from snow melt, as this was late May.#Seydisfjordur #iceland #waterfall #mountain #fjord #nature #beauty #quaint #Town #photography
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Seydisfjordur Iceland Mountainside Waterfall by Debra Martz
The quaint town of Seydisfjordur lies at the innermost point of the fjord bearing the same name, and surrounded by high mountains. The more we looked at our surroundings, the more waterfalls we saw, obviously from snow melt, as this was late May.#Seydisfjordur #iceland #waterfall #mountain #fjord #nature #beauty #quaint #Town #photography
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Seydisfjordur Iceland Mountainside Waterfall by Debra Martz
The quaint town of Seydisfjordur lies at the innermost point of the fjord bearing the same name, and surrounded by high mountains. The more we looked at our surroundings, the more waterfalls we saw, obviously from snow melt, as this was late May.#Seydisfjordur #iceland #waterfall #mountain #fjord #nature #beauty #quaint #Town #photography
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500 selfies Brisbane Art Gallery (Yes, it's a portrait, and yes, it's in portrait mode, but I'm STILL claiming it as a landscape) #photography #balls #selfie #landscape #MarchIntoLandscapes #Quaint #EastCoastKin
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500 selfies Brisbane Art Gallery (Yes, it's a portrait, and yes, it's in portrait mode, but I'm STILL claiming it as a landscape) #photography #balls #selfie #landscape #MarchIntoLandscapes #Quaint #EastCoastKin
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500 selfies Brisbane Art Gallery (Yes, it's a portrait, and yes, it's in portrait mode, but I'm STILL claiming it as a landscape) #photography #balls #selfie #landscape #MarchIntoLandscapes #Quaint #EastCoastKin
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500 selfies Brisbane Art Gallery (Yes, it's a portrait, and yes, it's in portrait mode, but I'm STILL claiming it as a landscape) #photography #balls #selfie #landscape #MarchIntoLandscapes #Quaint #EastCoastKin
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500 selfies Brisbane Art Gallery (Yes, it's a portrait, and yes, it's in portrait mode, but I'm STILL claiming it as a landscape) #photography #balls #selfie #landscape #MarchIntoLandscapes #Quaint #EastCoastKin
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"Dawn", composition for unaccompanied syrinx in C major, 4/4 time Top railing is F'... Dogwalking miscellany, Brisbane riverwalk. #photography #landscape #riverscape #birds #swallows #music #humour #MarchIntoLandscapes #Quaint #EastCoastKin
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"Dawn", composition for unaccompanied syrinx in C major, 4/4 time Top railing is F'... Dogwalking miscellany, Brisbane riverwalk. #photography #landscape #riverscape #birds #swallows #music #humour #MarchIntoLandscapes #Quaint #EastCoastKin
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"Dawn", composition for unaccompanied syrinx in C major, 4/4 time Top railing is F'... Dogwalking miscellany, Brisbane riverwalk. #photography #landscape #riverscape #birds #swallows #music #humour #MarchIntoLandscapes #Quaint #EastCoastKin
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"Dawn", composition for unaccompanied syrinx in C major, 4/4 time Top railing is F'... Dogwalking miscellany, Brisbane riverwalk. #photography #landscape #riverscape #birds #swallows #music #humour #MarchIntoLandscapes #Quaint #EastCoastKin
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"Dawn", composition for unaccompanied syrinx in C major, 4/4 time Top railing is F'... Dogwalking miscellany, Brisbane riverwalk. #photography #landscape #riverscape #birds #swallows #music #humour #MarchIntoLandscapes #Quaint #EastCoastKin
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"Map of Australia" attempt fails, Western Australia attempts to secede again Flock of ibis, Kakadu This will probably only appeal to Aussies, and then only to those who share my sense of humour... #photography #landscape #scape #birds #BIF #humour #MarchIntoLandscapes #Quaint #Kakadu #EastCoastKin
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"Map of Australia" attempt fails, Western Australia attempts to secede again Flock of ibis, Kakadu This will probably only appeal to Aussies, and then only to those who share my sense of humour... #photography #landscape #scape #birds #BIF #humour #MarchIntoLandscapes #Quaint #Kakadu #EastCoastKin
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"Map of Australia" attempt fails, Western Australia attempts to secede again Flock of ibis, Kakadu This will probably only appeal to Aussies, and then only to those who share my sense of humour... #photography #landscape #scape #birds #BIF #humour #MarchIntoLandscapes #Quaint #Kakadu #EastCoastKin
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"Map of Australia" attempt fails, Western Australia attempts to secede again Flock of ibis, Kakadu This will probably only appeal to Aussies, and then only to those who share my sense of humour... #photography #landscape #scape #birds #BIF #humour #MarchIntoLandscapes #Quaint #Kakadu #EastCoastKin
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"Map of Australia" attempt fails, Western Australia attempts to secede again Flock of ibis, Kakadu This will probably only appeal to Aussies, and then only to those who share my sense of humour... #photography #landscape #scape #birds #BIF #humour #MarchIntoLandscapes #Quaint #Kakadu #EastCoastKin
