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(quote by osho)

My face catches the wind
from the snow line
and flushes with a flush
that will never wholly settle.
Well, that was a metropolitan vanity,
wanting to look young forever, to pass.
I was never a pre-Raphaelite beauty
and only pretty enough to be seen
with a man who wanted to be seen
with a passable woman.

But now that I am in love
with a place that doesn’t care
how I look and if I am happy,
happy is how I look and that’s all.
My hair will grow grey in any case,
my nails chip and flake,
my waist thicken, and the years
work all their usual changes.

If my face is to be weather beaten as well,
it’s little enough lost
for a year among the lakes and vales
where simply to look out my window
at the high pass
makes me indifferent to mirrors
and to what my soul may wear
over its new complexion.

weathering by fleur adcock

1. martha graham

2. i love you more than blank

3. kissing

4. fruit trees. i want hundreds in my yard.

5. this beautiful soul

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one of my favorite things about living in california is that i can easily find a farmers market just about every day of the week. i made my way out to little italy on saturday to experience an array of color, aroma, flair, and flavor while getting lost in the quaint crowd.