The Civil Wars// Dance Me to the End of Love

Thanks Eva, for introducing The Civil Wars to me =]

Nicaragua

Our group went down to Nicaragua a couple of weeks ago. I have so many pictures I'd like to share. But for now, we are all writing in a blog about what we learned.

Come read it!
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Inspired by Up

Uninspired Floating House from Modernmet

When the moon doesn't seem too far away

  These photographs are awesome. They are from MyModernMet:

   

Sky is womb, she's the moon

Video blog entry I guess. (The audio is very soft--might need earbuds to hear)
This is a song by Bon Iver called Flume. Its got great lyrics :)


I am my mother's only one
It's enough
I wear my garment so it shows
Now you know

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon

I am my mother on the wall, 
with us all
I move in water, shore to shore;
Nothing's more

Only love is all maroon
Lapping lakes like leary loons
Leaving rope burns -- Reddish ruse

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon

//Bon Iver

Aging can sometimes be hilarious

              My friend showed this to me and I had to post it: HAHA

Freezing Rain

Today I saw a man 

hurrying down the streets in a thick dark peacoat heavy like the snow 

upon rigid shoulders that have not seen sun since 

the last time his daughter asked him to play in the sand. 

She poked around his pockets for stale candy 

and found a large hand and a tight squeeze. 

His fingers now wind-chapped and dry 

nuzzled deep into the small hole 

that lost him a couple of keys and coins.

He turned the corner and we parted ways

and both of us shuffled across the slippery roads 

forward and slow while accumulating freezing droplets of 

rain from the edge of our noses and brows

until we melted clear into icicles 

narrow dagging strips 

on this cold day.