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

The Centre by Ayesha Manazir Siddiqi

To Ammi and Abu, to whom I owe everything (and, let's be honest, to Billee too)

Alt...To Ammi and Abu, to whom I owe everything (and, let's be honest, to Billee too)

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

    "Sangre del eclipse": El sol y la luna observan en silencio.
    Muy abajo, un anciano camina con una niña en brazos sin saber que sostiene el destino de los...
    Cap 1:fictograma.com/d/3013-sangre-d
    Cap 2:fictograma.com/d/3014-sangre-d
    Cap 3:fictograma.com/d/3014-sangre-d

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

      "Sangre del eclipse": En Solestecia, cuatro casas nobles gobiernan el destino del reino.
      Fuego, hielo, tierra y tormenta.
      Pero entre conspiraciones, sangre y ambición…
      Cap. 4:fictograma.com/d/3016-sangre-d
      Cap. 5:fictograma.com/d/3017-sangre-d

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

        "Travesía Sempiterna": Los Trotamundos no cruzan caminos: atraviesan las entrañas de una cosa demasiado grande para llamarla mundo. Algunos usan mapas. Otros, notas.
        fictograma.com/d/3011-travesia

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

          En "Los viajes de Shin": Capítulo Diez: Porque tú eres real

          —Haré que me escuches… aunque tenga que romper mi propio rostro para conseguirlo.

          Dos Shin. Un bosque ardiendo en llamas verdes.
          fictograma.com/d/3018-los-viaj

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

            El moho insiste igual que ciertos pensamientos. Pasé una hora peinando la selva negra del cabello de mi hija buscando piojos que nunca existieron. El teléfono decía “pijos”. A veces el miedo también es un error de lectura.
            fictograma.com/d/2999-arar-el-

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

              En "Hora Extra: Cap. 9": La lluvia en la ciudad no es romántica. Huele a perro mojado, colectivos húmedos y café barato. Aun así, nada supera la belleza absurda de escuchar a un nihilista discutir...
              fictograma.com/d/3001-hora-ext

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

                En "El mago: Cap. 13": Atravesaste el desierto de los recuerdos con una espada inútil y el alma desgarrada.
                La sombra se alimentó primero de tu mente, luego de tu miedo y finalmente de tu carne.
                Pensaste que morirías allí...
                fictograma.com/d/3003-el-mago-

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

                  Entre las tribunas vacías del Palacio Ducó todavía resuena una corneta en la madrugada. Dicen que un niño de uniforme azul camina por los pasillos oscuros cuando el estadio duerme, buscando algo...
                  fictograma.com/d/3005-pequenos

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

                    En "El mago: Cap. 14": Zev olía a tierra y metal.
                    El desierto seguía siendo cruel, pero por primera vez el vacío no parecía infinito.
                    —Volveremos a casa.
                    fictograma.com/d/3004-el-mago-

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

                      Nuestro escritor necesita una crítica de su cuento. ¿Le ayudas, por favor? Se llama "El apagón" y trata sobre un call center entero que entra en silencio tras...

                      ¡Comentalo aquí!:
                      fictograma.com/d/3006-me-echan

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

                        CHRISTMAS COMPLIMENTS. A cough, kibed heels, and a snotty nose.

                        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): CHRISTMAS COMPLIMENTS. A cough, kibed heels, and a snotty nose. 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): CHRISTMAS COMPLIMENTS. A cough, kibed heels, and a snotty nose. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

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

                          Weird Tales vol 8 number 1 (July 1926) - featured story: Through the Vortex by Donald Edward Keyhoe



                          @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

                          astralcomputing.com

                          Art by E. M. Stevenson

                          Weird Tales vol 8 number 1 (July 1926) - featured story: Through the Vortex by Donald Edward Keyhoe. Cover art by E. M. Stevenson. The magazine title "Weird Tales" appears in bold white sans-serif lettering across the top, with "The Unique Magazine" in a thin white cursive script below it, set against a solid black border. The central illustration is dominated by intense red, orange, and yellow flames that engulf the entire background in a swirling inferno. Looming at the top of the scene is a monstrous dragon-like creature with greenish-brown scaled skin, curved ridged horns, large dark eyes, an open snarling mouth showing pointed white fangs, and a pink tongue. Its long serpentine neck coils downward from the upper left. In the lower left foreground stands a young woman with long dark wavy hair, her face turned upward in shock, red lips parted and cheeks flushed pink. She wears a loose cream and pale yellow off-shoulder gown tied at the waist with a blue cord, her hands crossed defensively over her chest. On the right, a dark-clothed man stands amid the flames, aiming a small black pistol upward at the creature with his right arm fully extended. He wears a dark long-sleeved shirt and trousers; his face is in shadow. Tall yellow grass appears at the bottom. In the lower left corner, dark blue text reads "July 1926 25¢". In the lower right, the title "THROUGH the VORTEX" appears in shadowed black block letters with "DONALD EDWARD KEYHOE" in yellow beneath.

                          Alt...Weird Tales vol 8 number 1 (July 1926) - featured story: Through the Vortex by Donald Edward Keyhoe. Cover art by E. M. Stevenson. The magazine title "Weird Tales" appears in bold white sans-serif lettering across the top, with "The Unique Magazine" in a thin white cursive script below it, set against a solid black border. The central illustration is dominated by intense red, orange, and yellow flames that engulf the entire background in a swirling inferno. Looming at the top of the scene is a monstrous dragon-like creature with greenish-brown scaled skin, curved ridged horns, large dark eyes, an open snarling mouth showing pointed white fangs, and a pink tongue. Its long serpentine neck coils downward from the upper left. In the lower left foreground stands a young woman with long dark wavy hair, her face turned upward in shock, red lips parted and cheeks flushed pink. She wears a loose cream and pale yellow off-shoulder gown tied at the waist with a blue cord, her hands crossed defensively over her chest. On the right, a dark-clothed man stands amid the flames, aiming a small black pistol upward at the creature with his right arm fully extended. He wears a dark long-sleeved shirt and trousers; his face is in shadow. Tall yellow grass appears at the bottom. In the lower left corner, dark blue text reads "July 1926 25¢". In the lower right, the title "THROUGH the VORTEX" appears in shadowed black block letters with "DONALD EDWARD KEYHOE" in yellow beneath.

                            [?]Alan J. Cain » 🌐
                            @ajcain@mathstodon.xyz

                            I made a edition of Edward Gibbon’s ‘Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire’ as a phone/tablet-sized PDF: archive.org/details/gibbon_dec (3863 pages!)

                            LuaLaTeX source code: codeberg.org/ajcain/gibbon_dec

                            The style uses the interfaces created by the LaTeX tagging project, so (at least in theory), it is an accessible .

                            The font is @mc_wiki’s beautiful Garamontio.

                            1/2

                            An edition of Gibbon’s ‘Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire’: the title page.

                            Alt...An edition of Gibbon’s ‘Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire’: the title page.

                            An edition of Gibbon’s ‘Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire’: beginning of Chapter I, ‘The Extent and Military Force of the Empire in the Age of the Antonines’, showing side-headings ‘Introduction’ and ‘ Moderation of Augustus’.

                            Alt...An edition of Gibbon’s ‘Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire’: beginning of Chapter I, ‘The Extent and Military Force of the Empire in the Age of the Antonines’, showing side-headings ‘Introduction’ and ‘ Moderation of Augustus’.

                            An edition of Gibbon’s ‘Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire’: a page from Chapter XXXVI, discussing the last emperor in the west, with a side-heading ‘AD 476 His son Augustulus, the last emperor of the West’.

                            Alt...An edition of Gibbon’s ‘Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire’: a page from Chapter XXXVI, discussing the last emperor in the west, with a side-heading ‘AD 476 His son Augustulus, the last emperor of the West’.

                            An edition of Gibbon’s ‘Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire’: a page from Chapter XL, discussing the factions of the circus at Constantinople. Side-headings read ‘They distract Constantinople and the East’ and ‘ Justinian favours the blues’.

                            Alt...An edition of Gibbon’s ‘Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire’: a page from Chapter XL, discussing the factions of the circus at Constantinople. Side-headings read ‘They distract Constantinople and the East’ and ‘ Justinian favours the blues’.

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

                              Assistant to the Villain by Hannah Nicole Maehrer

                              To Mom and Dad, for the hours of my childhood you spent telling me stories and the years you spent listening to mine, know that yours will always be my favorite. And for all of you, this is what I think it would be like to be the morally gray fantasy villain's personal assistant.

                              Alt...To Mom and Dad, for the hours of my childhood you spent telling me stories and the years you spent listening to mine, know that yours will always be my favorite. And for all of you, this is what I think it would be like to be the morally gray fantasy villain's personal assistant.

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

                                Tha sinn air a bhith ri rudan do-dhèanta a-rithist.
                                A’ crochadh san adhair, a’ feitheamh diog, tiotag, linn,
                                nas fhàide nas àirde na bu chòir a bhith comasach.
                                Chaidh leintean-T a dhèanamh dhinn mus do landaig sinn…

                                —Pàdraig MacAoidh, “Ris an do-dhèanta”

                                A poem for World Football Day ⚽

                                scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/p

                                Ris an do-dhèanta Pàdraig MacAoidh Tha sinn air a bhith ri rudan do-dhèanta a-rithist. A’ crochadh san adhair, a’ feitheamh diog, tiotag, linn, nas fhàide nas àirde na bu chòir a bhith comasach. Chaidh leintean-T a dhèanamh dhinn mus do landaig sinn. Tha sinn air fhaighinn tharais air na rudan as miosa, a’ coiseachd nam mìltean fada sin – coig ceud, coig mìle – gus cnàmhan agus buill-nasg a chur ceart, gus ar corragan a shìneadh, agus mion-car a chur air an t-saoghal, tharais air a’ bhàr. O agus chum sin ar n-anail nar milleanan, air bhoile le chèile, a’ coimhead bàla a’ tùirling na àrc àbhaisteach mìorbhaileach coileanta agus a’ tuiteam, meath mar bhogha-frois, dhan talamh. Seadh, rinn sinn rudan do-dhèanta. Ach a-nis – ann am Miami, Boston, ge b’àit – tha againn rin dèanamh a-rithist. Agus an uairsin, yes sir, nì sinn boogie, ri òran sam bith a tha sinn ag iarraidh.

                                Alt...Ris an do-dhèanta Pàdraig MacAoidh Tha sinn air a bhith ri rudan do-dhèanta a-rithist. A’ crochadh san adhair, a’ feitheamh diog, tiotag, linn, nas fhàide nas àirde na bu chòir a bhith comasach. Chaidh leintean-T a dhèanamh dhinn mus do landaig sinn. Tha sinn air fhaighinn tharais air na rudan as miosa, a’ coiseachd nam mìltean fada sin – coig ceud, coig mìle – gus cnàmhan agus buill-nasg a chur ceart, gus ar corragan a shìneadh, agus mion-car a chur air an t-saoghal, tharais air a’ bhàr. O agus chum sin ar n-anail nar milleanan, air bhoile le chèile, a’ coimhead bàla a’ tùirling na àrc àbhaisteach mìorbhaileach coileanta agus a’ tuiteam, meath mar bhogha-frois, dhan talamh. Seadh, rinn sinn rudan do-dhèanta. Ach a-nis – ann am Miami, Boston, ge b’àit – tha againn rin dèanamh a-rithist. Agus an uairsin, yes sir, nì sinn boogie, ri òran sam bith a tha sinn ag iarraidh.

                                At the Impossible Peter Mackay We’ve been at the impossible again. Levitating. Hanging in the air one, two seconds, an age, longer and higher than should be possible. The T-shirts were printed before we’d hit the ground. We have recovered from the worst of times, walking long miles – five hundred, five thousand – to wrest bones and ligaments back to fitness and tip the world over with the last skelf of skin. And we have held a million breaths in frantic unison, watching a ball tumble in its everyday, humdrum perfect parabola, to fall plump as a rainbow back to earth. O we’ve been at the impossible but must now – in Miami, Boston, anywhere, anyhow – do it all over again. And then yes sir, we shall boogie, absolutely, to whatever song we choose.

                                Alt...At the Impossible Peter Mackay We’ve been at the impossible again. Levitating. Hanging in the air one, two seconds, an age, longer and higher than should be possible. The T-shirts were printed before we’d hit the ground. We have recovered from the worst of times, walking long miles – five hundred, five thousand – to wrest bones and ligaments back to fitness and tip the world over with the last skelf of skin. And we have held a million breaths in frantic unison, watching a ball tumble in its everyday, humdrum perfect parabola, to fall plump as a rainbow back to earth. O we’ve been at the impossible but must now – in Miami, Boston, anywhere, anyhow – do it all over again. And then yes sir, we shall boogie, absolutely, to whatever song we choose.

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

                                  Q: Did Sauron Actually Worship Melkor?

                                  ANSWER: I received the following questions in June 2025. I have reformatted them slightly to improve readability:

                                  I was perusing thru “Notes on the Motives of the Silmarillion”, and I was wondering to what extent Sauron actually worshiped Melkor?

                                  Was he utilizing the apparatus of a religion simply to control his followers?

                                  Was there any point where his […]

                                  https://middle-earth.xenite.org/did-sauron-actually-worship-melkor/

                                  An illustration of a dark giant humanoid leading people in worship of a great shadowy dark lord under the words 'Did Sauron Actually Worship Melkor'?

                                  Alt...An illustration of a dark giant humanoid leading people in worship of a great shadowy dark lord under the words 'Did Sauron Actually Worship Melkor'?

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

                                  El moho insiste igual que ciertos pensamientos. Pasé una hora peinando la selva negra del cabello de mi hija buscando piojos que nunca existieron. El teléfono decía “pijos”. A veces el miedo también es...
                                  fictograma.com/d/2999-arar-el-

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

                                    En "Hora Extra: Cap. 9": La lluvia en la ciudad no es romántica. Huele a perro mojado, colectivos húmedos y café barato. Aun así, nada supera la belleza absurda de escuchar a un nihilista...
                                    fictograma.com/d/3001-hora-ext

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

                                      En "El mago: Cap. 13": Atravesaste el desierto de los recuerdos con una espada inútil y el alma desgarrada.
                                      La sombra se alimentó primero de tu mente, luego de tu miedo y finalmente de...
                                      fictograma.com/d/3003-el-mago-

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

                                        En "El mago: Cap. 14": Zev olía a tierra y metal.
                                        El desierto seguía siendo cruel, pero por primera vez el vacío no parecía infinito.
                                        —Volveremos a casa.
                                        fictograma.com/d/3004-el-mago-

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

                                          Entre las tribunas vacías del Palacio Ducó todavía resuena una corneta en la madrugada. Dicen que un niño de uniforme azul camina por los pasillos oscuros cuando el estadio duerme, buscando..
                                          fictograma.com/d/3005-pequenos

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

                                            Nuestro escritor necesita una crítica de su cuento. ¿Le ayudas, por favor? Se llama "El apagón" y trata sobre un call center entero que entra en silencio tras...

                                            ¡Comentalo aquí!:
                                            fictograma.com/d/3006-me-echan

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

                                              🔥 “Te odio… así de tanto te odio.”

                                              Capítulo 19 de Restos de Almas Rotas.
                                              Aiden cruza un límite del que quizá no pueda volver… y Erina presencia el verdadero monstruo que despierta..🩸⚔️
                                              fictograma.com/d/3007-restos-d

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

                                                DEL GENERAL TIGRILLO: sobrevivió al barril de pólvora, discutió con fantasmas, perdió guerras imaginarias y aún así siguió avanzando sobre el tapiz rosa...
                                                fictograma.com/d/3008-del-gene

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

                                                  En los confines del oscuro firmamento, donde los sueños y manifiestos se entrelazan, se alzan las almas en vuelo lento, tejiendo historias que el tiempo traza.
                                                  fictograma.com/d/3009-en-los-c

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

                                                    Danzas, susurras y molestas. Si así te vi más allá de los confines de la tierra, si allí, allí al fin del mundo.
                                                    fictograma.com/d/3010-danzante

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

                                                      “The rough-finish Mitre. Half football, half Portuguese Man o’ War. On the verge of a ban in the European Court of Human Rights, this model is not for sale to children. […] Made from highly durable fibre-glass, stuffed with neutron star and coated with dead jellyfish.”

                                                      —from “Playground Football” by Christopher Brookmyre

                                                      Today, 25 May, is World Football Day ⚽

                                                      dearscotland.com/2009/08/07/pl

                                                      A white football (i.e. soccer ball – the game where you mostly hit the ball with your feet, rather than carry it in your hands, I'm just saying) – the Mouldmaster 5 Mitre. It's white, moulded in plastic, with a rough finish and with shallow grooves to mimic panels on a leather football.

                                                      Alt...A white football (i.e. soccer ball – the game where you mostly hit the ball with your feet, rather than carry it in your hands, I'm just saying) – the Mouldmaster 5 Mitre. It's white, moulded in plastic, with a rough finish and with shallow grooves to mimic panels on a leather football.

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

                                                        Quarantine: A Love Story by Katie Cicatelli-Kuc

                                                        To my mom, who first showed me what a magical place a library is, and to Mila, who continues to remind me

                                                        Alt...To my mom, who first showed me what a magical place a library is, and to Mila, who continues to remind me

                                                          [?]Andrew Oliver 📚 » 🌐
                                                          @andrewoliver@mastodon.social

                                                          Now in Large Print: my Maine Murder Mystery, Means and Motive:
                                                          amazon.com/Means-Motive-Large-

                                                          A murder in the western Maine foothills has the local police chief searching high and low for the perpetrator. Can he solve the case with the state Major Crimes Unit breathing down his neck? Will the fearsome weather block the investigation before it reaches fruition? And will any of this distract the chief from his broken heart?

                                                          Cover of Means and Motive, Large Print paperback edition

                                                          Alt...Cover of Means and Motive, Large Print paperback edition

                                                            [?]Dead Poets Daily » 🌐
                                                            @deadpoetsdaily@mastodon.social

                                                            ‘November Night’ by Adelaide Crapsey

                                                            deadpoetsdaily.com/p/adelaide-

                                                              [?]Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue » 🌐
                                                              @higginbothampublications.wordpress.com@higginbothampublications.wordpress.com

                                                              Country Tides: Out Now

                                                              She swore she would never love again, but that one knock changed everything. Life is a normal routine for Jane Allman. She wakes up, feeds her animals, tends to her garden, and from time to time, she calls her sister. She isn’t a crazy partier, and she has no need for a relationship. She is happy being on her own. Nevertheless, things change when businesses are brought into her small community and she finds one of the owners, Hadley Grace, at her door asking for a favor. Jane is absolutely […] [SENSITIVE CONTENT]

                                                              She swore she would never love again, but that one knock changed everything.

                                                              Life is a normal routine for Jane Allman. She wakes up, feeds her animals, tends to her garden, and from time to time, she calls her sister. She isn’t a crazy partier, and she has no need for a relationship. She is happy being on her own. Nevertheless, things change when businesses are brought into her small community and she finds one of the owners, Hadley Grace, at her door asking for a favor. Jane is absolutely appalled. She isn’t a big fan of capitalism and has an issue with large corporations preying on the average person for their own personal gain.

                                                              Hadley does her best to convince Jane to assist her, and in the process, she ends up working on Jane’s farm. Despite a rocky start, the two of them grow closer and end up forming a bond. However, as soon as things seem like they are going well, Jane begins to reflect on her past relationship and the damage that occurred during that time. She worries that getting closer to Hadley might mean sacrificing her own independence, and this begins to create a wedge between the two of them until Jane finally does something that finally scares Hadley off.

                                                              Alone, Jane realizes that she might be leaving a chance at true love behind. She decides to go on an adventure to reexperience her past, allowing her to work through the grief and trauma that is holding her back from moving on.

                                                              Turn the page into something unforgettable—this is the story you didn’t know you were waiting for.

                                                              Read it here: books2read.com/u/4Xyq77

                                                              #MustRead #BookLovers #NowReading #ReadersOfInstagram #Bookstagram #ReadingList #IndieAuthor #BookRecommendation #GoodBooks #PageTurner

                                                              [?]Caesai » 🌐
                                                              @caesai@mastodon.social

                                                              Martha C. Nussbaum, El conocimiento del amor: ensayos sobre filosofía y literatura.

                                                              Martha C. Nussbaum, El conocimiento del amor: ensayos sobre filosofía y literatura.

                                                              Alt...Martha C. Nussbaum, El conocimiento del amor: ensayos sobre filosofía y literatura.

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

                                                              Like all those red-faced boys
                                                              in brand-new football strips

                                                              dribbling a ball around
                                                              in a circle of streetlight

                                                              or practicing their footwork
                                                              in the park

                                                              in Cowdenbeath, Arbroath,
                                                              Kirkcudbright, Govan,

                                                              I wanted the triumph of willpower
                                                              over strength

                                                              grace over
                                                              money…

                                                              —John Burnside, “Euro 96: A Fan’s Farewell”

                                                              A poem for World Football Day ⚽

                                                              un.org/en/observances/football

                                                              Euro 96: A Fan’s Farewell John Burnside Like all those red-faced boys in brand-new football strips dribbling a ball around in a circle of streetlight or practicing their footwork in the park in Cowdenbeath, Arbroath, Kirkcudbright, Govan, I wanted the triumph of willpower over strength grace over money and stood with my head in my hands for the longest time when we missed that goal, still blaming no one, hopeful to the last, aware of how often, in life, the impossible happens.

                                                              Alt...Euro 96: A Fan’s Farewell John Burnside Like all those red-faced boys in brand-new football strips dribbling a ball around in a circle of streetlight or practicing their footwork in the park in Cowdenbeath, Arbroath, Kirkcudbright, Govan, I wanted the triumph of willpower over strength grace over money and stood with my head in my hands for the longest time when we missed that goal, still blaming no one, hopeful to the last, aware of how often, in life, the impossible happens.

                                                                [?]Andrew Shields » 🌐
                                                                @AndrewShields@mas.to

                                                                From Toni Morrison’s “Paradise" to Fado singer Amália Rodrigues (1920-1999). 111-words.ghost.io/from-toni-m

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