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There is nothing, in this world,
about being bad or being good,
unless it's taken for granted,
simply misunderstood.

The dreams we had,
have mostly gone away.
Enjoy your life in the moment.
Stop! Make time for play.

My Soul, is shredded,
my heart took a break,
for all you have given me,
my heart is not awake.

My heart flutters,
when I hear my name,
your voice calling me,
yet here I remain.

Alone, in a crowd,
a new life to start,
as I try to find,
what's left in my heart.

A most difficult time,
in this old life of mine,
as I move forward,
encouraged by a glass of wine.

Recovery is slow,
as I have been told,
but emotions are there,
with memories of old.

Gazing out the window,
Looking out the door.
Waiting for you to appear,
you aren't here anymore.

What will my life be,
if I no longer, have you?
I'm lost at this moment,
what do I do?

The growth of Data Centers is taxing our power systems. Now we are learning that they are also using our scared water resources. More at Noema ➜

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

What's that over the horizon? What may look like a strangely nearby galaxy is actually a normal rocket's exhaust plume -- but unusually backlit. Although the SpaceX Falcon 9 rocket was launched from Cape Canaveral in Florida, USA, its burned propellant was visible over a much wider area, with the featured photograph being taken from Akureyri, Iceland. The huge spaceship was lifted off a week ago, and the resulting spectacle was captured soon afterward with a single 10-second smartphone exposure, before it quickly dissipated. Like noctilucent clouds, the plume's brightness is caused by the Twilight Effect, where an object is high enough to be illuminated by the twilight Sun, even when the observer on the ground experiences the darkness of night. The spiral shape is likely caused by high winds pushing the expelled gas into the shape of a corkscrew, which, when seen along the trajectory, looks like a spiral. Stars and faint green and red aurora appear in the background of this extraordinary image.

Photo by Seung Hye Yang

"In early 2015, the 10,000-entry Oxford children’s dictionary dropped around fifty words related to nature — words like fern, willow, and starling — in favor of terms like broadband and cut and paste, some of the world’s most prominent authors composed an open letter of protest and alarm at this impoverishment of children’s vocabulary and its consequent diminishment of children’s belonging to and with the natural world. Among them was one of the great nature writers of our time: Robert Macfarlane....Troubled by this loss of vital and vitalizing language, MacFarlane teamed up with illustrator and children’s book author Jackie Morris, who had reached out to him to write an introduction for a sort of “wild dictionary” she wanted to create as a counterpoint to Oxford’s erasure. Instead, Macfarlane envisioned something greater. The Lost Words: A Spell Book (public library) was born" . Read more at the Marginalian

Remember when,
we would write in the dust,
or on a steamy window,
and In God We Would Trust.

Memories, I favor, once more,
those were the times, we would spend,
when we're searching for a love,
unaware of when it would end.

Twas early morning,
before Dawns early light.
I was returning home,
after a long partying night.

I was exhausted, but
still feeling all right,
trying to go to bed,
and to turn off the light.

Had to go to Seattle,
once more, once again
to provide security,
for a very close friend.

I love the mountains,
I love the shore,
but at this moment,
I love you more.

I love the smell,
of the Sea air,
but most of all,
I love your hair.

The fire was dwindling,
to black ash and flame,
nestled in the fire pit,
where embers will remain.