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[?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
@CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

En el Yermo el sol quema, las jaulas chirrian y el viento ácido anuncia la muerte.
Un orco oye la voz del metal, abre..

fictograma.com/d/3909-los-hijos-del-yermo-puerto-gris-capitulo-2

fictograma.com/d/3533-los-hijo

    [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
    @dedication_bot@stefanbohacek.online

    The Romantic Tragedies of a Drama King by Harry Trevaldwyn

    To all the romances that couldn't happen,
and all the ones that still can

    Alt...To all the romances that couldn't happen, and all the ones that still can

      [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
      @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

      [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
      @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

      El corte de Kaelen se cierra bajo la luz azul de Lyra.
      Más abajo, el calor de la vieja fundición y los ojos de Rask...
      fictograma.com/d/3912-los-hijo

      fictograma.com/d/3913-los-hijo

        [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
        @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

        Las miradas se alargan. Un niño grita la recompensa.
        Puerto Gris ya no es solo hostil: ahora tiene precio por sus cabezas.
        Persiguidos por las...
        Capítulo 7 de *Los hijos del yermo* fictograma.com/d/3914-los-hijo

          [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
          @fictograma@mastodon.social

          🌊 **Capítulo 15: Náufrago**

          Raiden se enfrenta al mar… y el mar no perdona.
          Hambre, sed, tormenta y una isla desconocida.

          ¿Sobrevivirá?

          👉 fictograma.com/d/3904-capitulo

            [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
            @fictograma@mastodon.social

            Capítulo 12 de *Dragones Eternos* ya está aquí.
            Emboscada, Yurak imposibles y la sombra del Korbulo cayendo sobre Varkos.
            Katska y el Usak cruzan la línea.

            fictograma.com/d/3905-dragones

              [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
              @fictograma@mastodon.social

              Nuevos capítulos de *Mi vida como vampiro* (XV y XVI) ya disponibles. Drama, baby shower y más vampiros 🩸

              fictograma.com/d/3906-mi-vida-.

                [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
                @fictograma@mastodon.social

                Nuevo capítulo de *Rusia de Noche* (Capítulo 6) ya disponible. Tren nocturno, monjes y secretos en el búnker ❄️

                fictograma.com/d/3908-rusia-de

                  [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
                  @fictograma@mastodon.social

                  Secretos compartidos, complicidad y ese nudo en la garganta que solo la familia sabe provocar. 🤫💔
                  Sumérgete en «No le digas a mamá», un relato breve e intenso en Fictograma:
                  fictograma.com/d/3915-no-le-di

                    [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
                    @fictograma@mastodon.social

                    En el Yermo el sol quema, las jaulas chirrian y el viento ácido anuncia la muerte.
                    Un orco oye la voz del metal, abre los cerrojos y... parlanchina hacia la tormenta.
                    "Los hijos del yermo":

                    fictograma.com/d/3533-los-hijo

                    fictograma.com/d/3909-los-hijos-del-yermo-puerto-gris-capitulo-2

                      [?]Nia Soler » 🌐
                      @niasoler@mastodon.social

                      "Moon is not a mirror of the Sun but of the soul [...] Moonlight not reveal but changes what it covers."

                      These two ideas together show me an interesting concept connection: the moon as a window to the introspection needed for change. A silent gift in the middle of the night.

                      themarginalian.org/2024/03/06/

                      @mariapopova

                        [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                        @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                        Ashby, Thomas Almond (1848–1916)
                        Surgeon, teacher, author, Thomas A. Ashby was born near Front Royal, Virginia, November 18, 1848, the son of Thomas Newton and Elizabeth Almond Ashby, of good old English stock descending through Col. John Ashby, a friend of Washington.
                        He secured his preliminary training in Washington College, Virginia (now Washington and Lee…

                        — Howard Atwood Kelly
                        palimpseste.vercel.app/#text/6

                          [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
                          @dedication_bot@stefanbohacek.online

                          How to Be a Domestic Goddess: Baking and the Art of Comfort Cooking by Nigella Lawson

                          FOR JOHN, GODDESS-MAKER

                          Alt...FOR JOHN, GODDESS-MAKER

                            [?]The Vulgar Tongue » 🤖 🌐
                            @TheVulgarTongue@zirk.us

                            MAUNDERING BROTH. Scolding.

                            A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

                            --
                            @histodons

                            Image imitating a page from an old document, text (as in main toot):

MAUNDERING BROTH. Scolding.

A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

                            Alt...Image imitating a page from an old document, text (as in main toot): MAUNDERING BROTH. Scolding. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

                              [?](Older) RJT » 🌐
                              @one@subconscioussignature.earth

                              [?]RJT » 🌐
                              @many@subconscioussignature.earth

                              [?]Rezamemaryan » 🌐
                              @rezamemaryan@mastodon.social

                              1/4

                              I am weary of “still,” and you of Tammuz of the soul,

                              I am weary of the weariness of time, and you of the radiance of the sky,

                              I am the guardian of the moments, I who have remained weary,

                              you have not been without impatience, why then this, and sometimes that?

                              Turning the pages of time, walking toward the alley of sorrow,


                                [?]Rezamemaryan » 🌐
                                @rezamemaryan@mastodon.social

                                2/4

                                upon the threshold of the heart, revealed, I have arrived from the depths of my soul,

                                you, with the broken-hearted, with the burning pain of those torn apart,

                                you have lain in wait, you have blocked the way,

                                you became me and you became free,

                                strange that you became faithless, you remained, a weary soul,

                                you are you, how shameless you have become,



                                  [?]Angela » 🌐
                                  @alekairos@mastodon.social

                                  @rezamemaryan
                                  Caro Reza, su Mastodon si può cambiare e correggere. Noto un hashtag sbagliato, quello corretto è .
                                  Buona serata. 🌿

                                    [?]Rezamemaryan » 🌐
                                    @rezamemaryan@mastodon.social

                                    3/4

                                    a captive of us and of our way, you have set fire to our moon,

                                    to our ruined harvest, come,

                                    come and see the burned, those whose souls have reached their lips,

                                    they call you, openly,

                                    “Mercy, mercy,”

                                    from the dust and turmoil of this time, no trace remains upon the earth,

                                    of the tracks of those who passed through,


                                      [?]Rezamemaryan » 🌐
                                      @rezamemaryan@mastodon.social

                                      4/4

                                      you remained, and I, like a stranger,

                                      I, from this fleeting world, I, from you,

                                      I give you a sign,

                                      and you, from me, this keepsake,

                                      that I am weary of “still,” and you of Tammuz of the soul.



                                        [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
                                        @dedication_bot@stefanbohacek.online

                                        The Outline of Sanity: A Life of G. K. Chesterton by Alzina Stone Dale

                                        To two men who reminded me of G.K. Chesterton
My father, Professor Raleigh Webster Stone and 
My uncle, the Revered Paul Stevens Kramer
in loving thanks for what they taught me

                                        Alt...To two men who reminded me of G.K. Chesterton My father, Professor Raleigh Webster Stone and My uncle, the Revered Paul Stevens Kramer in loving thanks for what they taught me

                                          [?]EveryLibrary » 🌐
                                          @everylibrary@mastodon.social

                                          [?]alyaza [they/she] » 🌐
                                          @alyaza@beehaw.org

                                          The End of an Era

                                          We knew this day would come.

                                          Some of us have known for decades, have been writing and pontificating about this since Ken Jennings lost at Jeopardy and Kasparov lost at chess. The writing was on the wall, and now the writing is everywhere. Literally. Artificial Intelligence is writing about as well as humans — at least well enough to cause confusion and speculation — and that’s creating an existential crisis among authors, confusion among readers, and legal action within the industry.


                                          Which takes me back to my statement about lucky windows. We had less than 20 years of writing being hard and publishing being easy, and we will never get that window back. Ever.

                                          I’ve always felt bad for authors who lived and worked before 2007. The choices unavailable to them made life harder than it needed to be. Getting their work out into the world was brutal. After KDP, that brutality became a choice, not a necessity.

                                          I now feel awful for anyone who wants to tell a story post-2026. You will forever be doubted. If you love an em dash the way I do, or you like flowy run-on sentences like I do, if you grew up reading Proust to let the words flow over you in all their glory, if you memorized sonnets so the iambic pentameter would soak into your bones, you’re gonna sound like a fucking bot.

                                          Less than 20 years. More like 10, honestly. You can argue that 2014-ish was when self-publishing became legit and 2024-ish was when the tools made AI writing viable. A decade where it was easy in the ways it should be and hard in the ways it should be. That’s insane. Ten years across the one-hundred-thousand years of language.

                                          (https://beehaw.org/c/literature)

                                          [?]Michael Martinez » 🌐
                                          @michael@middle-earth.xenite.org

                                          Q: Why Were J.R.R. Tolkien’s Works So Revolutionary?

                                          ANSWER: I think people sometimes give J.R.R. Tolkien credit for inventing things he didn’t invent. Tolkien did not invent Elves, Dwarves, dragons, magic swords, enchanted rings, heroic quests, ancient kingdoms, or supernatural enemies. Other writers had created imaginary worlds before The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings were published, and […]

                                          https://middle-earth.xenite.org/why-were-j-r-r-tolkiens-works-so-revolutionary/

                                          4 small figures walk across a wild landscape unaware of the layers of history below them that are exposed in an illustrative cross-section. The words 'Why Were J.R.R. Tolkien's Works So Revolutionary' float above the landscape.

                                          Alt...4 small figures walk across a wild landscape unaware of the layers of history below them that are exposed in an illustrative cross-section. The words 'Why Were J.R.R. Tolkien's Works So Revolutionary' float above the landscape.

                                          [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                          @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                          A boy leaves a small house
                                          Of sea light. He leaves
                                          The sea smells, creel
                                          And limpet and cod.

                                          The boy walks between steep
                                          Stone houses, echoing
                                          Gull cries, the all-around
                                          Choirs of the sea…

                                          —George Mackay Brown, “Island School”
                                          published in Carve the Runes: Selected Poems (Polygon 2021)

                                          birlinn.co.uk/product/carve-th

                                          Island School
George Mackay Brown

A boy leaves a small house
Of sea light. He leaves
The sea smells, creel
And limpet and cod.

The boy walks between steep
Stone houses, echoing
Gull cries, the all-around
Choirs of the sea,

Ship noises, shop noises, clamours 
Of bellman and milkcart.
The boy comes at last
To a tower with a tall desk

And a globe and a blackboard 
And a stern chalk-
smelling lady. A bell 
Nods and summons.

A girl comes, cornlight 
In the eyes, smelling 
Of peat and cows 
And the rich midden.

Running she comes, late,
Reeling in under the last 
Bronze brimmings. She sits 
Among twenty whispers.

                                          Alt...Island School George Mackay Brown A boy leaves a small house Of sea light. He leaves The sea smells, creel And limpet and cod. The boy walks between steep Stone houses, echoing Gull cries, the all-around Choirs of the sea, Ship noises, shop noises, clamours Of bellman and milkcart. The boy comes at last To a tower with a tall desk And a globe and a blackboard And a stern chalk- smelling lady. A bell Nods and summons. A girl comes, cornlight In the eyes, smelling Of peat and cows And the rich midden. Running she comes, late, Reeling in under the last Bronze brimmings. She sits Among twenty whispers.

                                            [?]Isaac Asimov » 🤖 🌐
                                            @CuratedAsimov@mastodon.social

                                            "There is no way of being almost funny or mildly funny or fairly funny or tolerably funny. You are either funny or not funny and there is nothing in between. And usually it is the writer who thinks he is funny and the reader who thinks he isn't."

                                              [?]Walt » 🌐
                                              @astralcomputing@bookstodon.com

                                              Born this day: 08/28/1916 (d. 05/26/2013) John Holbrook Vance was an American writer of fantasy, science fiction, and mysteries. The Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America made him its 15th Grand Master in 1997. The Dragon Masters won the Hugo Award for Best Short Fiction in 1963.

                                              en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Van


                                              @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

                                              astralcomputing.com

                                              Art by Jack Gaughan

                                              Galaxy Magazine (August 1962) - featured story: Three Portraits And A Prayer by Frederik Pohl. Cover art by Jack Gaughan.

The Dragon Masters Complete Short Science-Fiction Novel by Jack Vance, Jack Sharkey, Jim Harmon, Willy Ley, 50c

A man with black hair sits atop a large orange reptilian creature, leaning forward while his hand grips the hilt of a sword. He wears a blue and black armored suit with silver trim. The large creature has orange and tan patterned skin and red eyes, lunging across the frame with its limbs extended under the man's weight. In the bottom right, a small blue creature with purple skin and red eyes faces the viewer with its mouth wide open to reveal large sharp teeth. The man holds a sword with a silver blade, while the blue creature holds an axe featuring a large silver blade and a black handle. The background consists of dark green and blue foliage under a dark sky, where several silhouettes of humanoid figures appear in the distance.

                                              Alt...Galaxy Magazine (August 1962) - featured story: Three Portraits And A Prayer by Frederik Pohl. Cover art by Jack Gaughan. The Dragon Masters Complete Short Science-Fiction Novel by Jack Vance, Jack Sharkey, Jim Harmon, Willy Ley, 50c A man with black hair sits atop a large orange reptilian creature, leaning forward while his hand grips the hilt of a sword. He wears a blue and black armored suit with silver trim. The large creature has orange and tan patterned skin and red eyes, lunging across the frame with its limbs extended under the man's weight. In the bottom right, a small blue creature with purple skin and red eyes faces the viewer with its mouth wide open to reveal large sharp teeth. The man holds a sword with a silver blade, while the blue creature holds an axe featuring a large silver blade and a black handle. The background consists of dark green and blue foliage under a dark sky, where several silhouettes of humanoid figures appear in the distance.

                                                [?]Vaso Papa » 🌐
                                                @vasopapa@mastodon.social

                                                [?]Heather Congrove » 🌐
                                                @heathercongrove.com@heathercongrove.com

                                                Behind The Scenes: Part 1

                                                A Peek Inside the Artist's Sketchbook Ever wonder how a book goes from a quick pencil idea to the final printed page? Today I’m sharing an early sketch from Sharing KindnessWherever I Go. My kids always love seeing the rough drafts before the color gets added, so I thought it would be fun to give you a quick peek behind the scenes! Rough Sketch from Sharing Kindness Wherever I Go You can find Kaylee and more of her awesome art work on her Facebook page! Be sure to subscribe to get all […] [SENSITIVE CONTENT]

                                                A Peek Inside the Artist’s Sketchbook

                                                Ever wonder how a book goes from a quick pencil idea to the final printed page? Today I’m sharing an early sketch from Sharing KindnessWherever I Go. My kids always love seeing the rough drafts before the color gets added, so I thought it would be fun to give you a quick peek behind the scenes!

                                                Rough Sketch from Sharing Kindness Wherever I Go

                                                You can find Kaylee and more of her awesome art work on her Facebook page!

                                                Be sure to subscribe to get all future updates directly to your email!

                                                Check out my The Book Nook and The Wonder Workshop for awesome freebies!

                                                © 2026 Heather Congrove. All rights reserved. No part of this post may be copied, downloaded, reproduced, or stored in any form without prior written permission.

                                                Behind The Scenes: Part 1

                                                Alt...Behind The Scenes: Part 1

                                                [?]Solar Branka :mw: » 🌐
                                                @solarbranka@mastodon.world

                                                "Do not suppose, however, that I intend to urge a diet of classics on anybody. I have seen such diets at work. I have known people who have actually read all, or almost all, the guaranteed Hundred Best Books. God save us from reading nothing but the best."

                                                ~ Robertson Davies, born today, 1913.

                                                  [?]Isaac Asimov » 🤖 🌐
                                                  @CuratedAsimov@mastodon.social

                                                  "Straightforward preaching spoils the effectiveness of a story. If you can't resist the impulse to improve your fellow human beings, do it subtly."

                                                    [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                    @dedication_bot@stefanbohacek.online

                                                    The Noble Hustle: Poker, Beef Jerky and Death by Colson Whitehead

                                                    FOR ALISON RICH who made people pick up a book about elevator inspectors

                                                    Alt...FOR ALISON RICH who made people pick up a book about elevator inspectors

                                                      [?]RJT » 🌐
                                                      @many@subconscioussignature.earth

                                                      [?]דער קערפער פֿון השם » 🌐
                                                      @dukepaaron@babka.social

                                                      "As the notes in an in the Forged in : How - Encounters Shaped a Nation, it was two Jewish lawyers, and , who “planned the battle to free from the clutches of the censors, making the story of ’s protagonist , a of Irish and Jewish parentage, available for all the world to read.” In August 1931, two years before they’d finally bring the book to in a federal courtroom in City, reminded his senior partner of the stakes of their campaign: “I still feel very keenly that this would be the grandest case in the of and , and I am ready to do anything in the world to get it started.”

                                                      explains that “Ernst and Lindey’s defense of Ulysses needs to be situated in the context of their larger pursuit of what Ernst called ‘rational sex laws..."

                                                      splicetoday.com/writing/ulysse

                                                        [?]Angela » 🌐
                                                        @alekairos@mastodon.social

                                                        Sphinx
                                                        To express yourself, that would be a riddle.

                                                        Goethe, Faust

                                                        Photo: Kathrin Federer

                                                        Black-and-white waterscape: the upper half is reflected upside down in the water—a large white cloud against a black background, a thin brown strip, and in the center, a small tree with a short trunk and a lush crown. Photo by Kathrin Federer.

                                                        Alt...Black-and-white waterscape: the upper half is reflected upside down in the water—a large white cloud against a black background, a thin brown strip, and in the center, a small tree with a short trunk and a lush crown. Photo by Kathrin Federer.

                                                          [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                                          @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                                          nuair a tha mi fhìn nam sheasamh
                                                          aig ceann Loch an Dala
                                                          ’s mi a’ coimhead thar cuain geur
                                                          a’ deàrrsadh ’s a’ deàlradh
                                                          fo ghrian na sìorraidheachd
                                                          chan fhaic mi sgath dhen ghlasadh cheilteach…

                                                          —Iain S. Mac a’ Phearsain, “ceann Loch an Dala”
                                                          published in Friends & Kangaroos: New Writing Scotland 17

                                                          ceann Loch an Dala
Iain S. Mac a’ Phearsain

nuair a tha mi fhìn nam sheasamh
aig ceann Loch an Dala
’s mi a’ coimhead thar cuain geur
a’ deàrrsadh ’s a’ deàlradh
fo ghrian na sìorraidheachd
chan fhaic mi sgath dhen ghlasadh cheilteach
a’ ciaradh Ile
na eilean shìthichean faoin
ach soitheach mo shinnsearan
a’ triall dhan iar
Gilleasbaig is Eòghann
a’ cur cùl ri Cill’ Nèimh
an aghaidh leis a’ ghaoith
’s an làmhan air a’ chliathaich
blàth ’s cha mhòr air chrith.

                                                          Alt...ceann Loch an Dala Iain S. Mac a’ Phearsain nuair a tha mi fhìn nam sheasamh aig ceann Loch an Dala ’s mi a’ coimhead thar cuain geur a’ deàrrsadh ’s a’ deàlradh fo ghrian na sìorraidheachd chan fhaic mi sgath dhen ghlasadh cheilteach a’ ciaradh Ile na eilean shìthichean faoin ach soitheach mo shinnsearan a’ triall dhan iar Gilleasbaig is Eòghann a’ cur cùl ri Cill’ Nèimh an aghaidh leis a’ ghaoith ’s an làmhan air a’ chliathaich blàth ’s cha mhòr air chrith.

                                                          head of Loch Indaal
John Scott MacPherson

personally, when I stand
at the head of Loch Indaal
and look out
over a razor-sharp sea
shining and radiating
under an everlasting sun
I see none of the Celtic twilight
reducing Islay
to an island of vacant faeries
but my ancestors’ ship
heading for the west
Archibald and Hugh
turning backs on Kilnave
facing downwind
their hands on the gunwhales
warm and almost shaking.

                                                          Alt...head of Loch Indaal John Scott MacPherson personally, when I stand at the head of Loch Indaal and look out over a razor-sharp sea shining and radiating under an everlasting sun I see none of the Celtic twilight reducing Islay to an island of vacant faeries but my ancestors’ ship heading for the west Archibald and Hugh turning backs on Kilnave facing downwind their hands on the gunwhales warm and almost shaking.

                                                            [?]Vraicking » 🌐
                                                            @vraic.wordpress.com@vraic.wordpress.com

                                                            Two Poems 23

                                                            Between the drawn riders of the world without colors, and the long borders of the valley of absolute night. [SENSITIVE CONTENT]

                                                            Relaxing the Shadow of Rapture

                                                            Hell, could we be more solemn?
                                                            More portentous than the arcane
                                                            iron of a baneful wind?
                                                            More reverent for the fading
                                                            twinkle of a corpselike child
                                                            in a deliberate coat
                                                            of hard heedfulness? Wearing
                                                            a replica moon as a
                                                            hollow headpiece filled by leaden
                                                            speech gathered from prayers in
                                                            the Latin of the yoked root?
                                                            Thousands of dried voices
                                                            rasping together between
                                                            the economies of death’s
                                                            crowskin field?

                                                            Between the drawn riders of
                                                            the world without colors and
                                                            the long borders of the valley
                                                            of absolute night?

                                                            Between existence as the morning
                                                            idea and the paralyzed force
                                                            of a twilight kingdom?

                                                            Between the dry shade of an
                                                            old photograph of a sightless
                                                            river and the essence and
                                                            spasm of broken water?

                                                            Eh, so what? I understand that
                                                            necromancy is romantic

                                                            but my body and I will
                                                            lounge in the shadow between
                                                            the desire for smoothing
                                                            soothing sandalwood powder
                                                            and the hunger for peppery
                                                            spoonfuls of prickly pear.


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                                                            Two Poems 23

                                                            Alt...Two Poems 23

                                                            [?]Buchhandlung am Brühl » 🌐
                                                            @Buchhandlung_am_Bruehl@mastodon.social

                                                            Jaroslav Rudiš liest am 24.09.2026 von 19:00 Uhr – 21:00 Uhr im Tietz (Moritzstraße 20, 09111 Chemnitz) aus seinem neuen Buch „Wo die toten sprechen“ und wir sind mit einem Büchertisch dabei. :D

                                                            Mehr Infos gibt es hier: buchhandlung-am-bruehl.de/2026

                                                            Das Cover von "Wo die Toten sprechen" von Jaroslav Rudiš. Auf einem Weißen Cover sind lila stiliserte Lilien zu sehen, im böhmischen Stil. In der Mitte ein alter weißer Volvo aus den 90ern.

                                                            Alt...Das Cover von "Wo die Toten sprechen" von Jaroslav Rudiš. Auf einem Weißen Cover sind lila stiliserte Lilien zu sehen, im böhmischen Stil. In der Mitte ein alter weißer Volvo aus den 90ern.

                                                              [?]EveryLibrary » 🌐
                                                              @everylibrary@mastodon.social

                                                              Let’s show that Americans love their libraries! Like, follow, and share!

                                                                [?]Foreign Trivia » 🤖 🌐
                                                                @foreigntrivia@mastodon.social

                                                                🪶 Words That Last: from Thomas Mann's Lübeck to Dante's Florence to Anatolia, meet the poets and guardians whose words shaped whole languages.
                                                                Today's Foreign Trivia #92: Words That Last. Five questions, five languages, no account needed.

                                                                foreigntrivia.com/five/92?utm_

                                                                Foreign Trivia #92: Words That Last card

                                                                Alt...Foreign Trivia #92: Words That Last card

                                                                  [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                                  @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                                                  (Isaiah, ix. 15-20)

                                                                  Hear what God the Lord hath spoken,
                                                                  "O my people, faint and few,
                                                                  Comfortless, afflicted, broken,
                                                                  Fair abodes I build for you.
                                                                  Thorns of heartfelt tribulation
                                                                  Shall no more perplex your ways;
                                                                  You shall name your walls, Salvation,
                                                                  And your gates shall all be Praise.

                                                                  "There, like streams that feed the garden,
                                                                  Pleasures without end shall flow,
                                                                  For…

                                                                  — William Cowper
                                                                  palimpseste.vercel.app/#text/a

                                                                    [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                                    @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                                                    In addition to the works mentioned Wundt has published a valuable Enleitung in die Philosophie (1901), and he is at present engaged on a comprehensively planned Völkerpsychologie, the content of which consists of investigations concerning Language, Myth and Custom.

                                                                    — Harald Høffding
                                                                    palimpseste.vercel.app/#text/d

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                                                                      Chapter 1.2 An enchanting meeting

                                                                      الفصل الأول: لقاء ساحر

                                                                      Lina was a little confused, then she dared to speak to the attractive neighbour.

                                                                      - Assalamu alaykum, beautiful, what is your name?"

                                                                      - I'm not sure, I feel different here with you.

                                                                      - You should have a name. Very soon the dawn will come upon us, and the plane will land in
                                                                      London.

                                                                      - In that case, my name is Duha.

                                                                      - "Duha," Lina repeated. "Duha…" The name was in her mouth like honey.

                                                                      But what if she was only my imagination? Lina worried.

                                                                      Then she did something she had never done before.

                                                                      - May I touch you? Lina whispered

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                                                                      تحيّرت لينة قليلًا ثم تجاسرت على الحديث مع الجارة الجذّابة.

                                                                      - السلام عليكم يا جميلة، ما اسماك؟

                                                                      - أنا لست متأكدة، أشعر بأنني مختلفة هنا معك

                                                                      - يجب أن يكون لكِ اسم. قريبًا سيحلّ الضحى علينا، وستهبط الطائرة في لندن

                                                                      في هذا الحالة اسمي ضحى

                                                                      ضحى كررت لينة. ضحى... الاسم كان في فمها كالعسل

                                                                      ومع ذلك، ماذا لو كانت هي خيالي فقط؟ قلقت لينة

                                                                      وهنا هي فعلت ما لم تفعلْه من قبل

                                                                      هل أستطيع أن ألمسك؟ همست لينة

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                                                                        Virtualpolitik: An Electronic History of Government Media-Making in a Time of War, Scandal, Disaster, Miscommunication, and Mistakes by Elizabeth Losh

                                                                        Dedication

The book is dedicated to my husband Mel Horan, who proofread every page, and to my dad, Samuel Losh, who gave me my first computer, an 8-bit Xerox 820 with enormous eight-inch disk drives

                                                                        Alt...Dedication The book is dedicated to my husband Mel Horan, who proofread every page, and to my dad, Samuel Losh, who gave me my first computer, an 8-bit Xerox 820 with enormous eight-inch disk drives

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