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#abandonedlots by @koteo11

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3 years ago

Unbelievable thanks to Saint Anthony: the patron saint of lost things. You have been such an unbelievable blessing to me!!! From lost wallets in the wilderness; to phones in foreign countries; to lost pets-- you are a true lighthouse and I cannot say enough...but I'll keep on trying. You do not have to be Catholic to work with the saints & if you're interested there are some great YT videos out there!! Or ya can hmu ;) by @koteo11

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3 years ago

Some snapshots from my trip to Santa Fe, my childhood hometown. It was so nostalgic & beautiful--even though I don't exactly luv the heat :X I ate at a million Mexican joints, went to a handful of museums & bought way too many kitschy souvenirs, hah. Really glad I went back to the #blueskystate. I forgot how beautiful ya can be nuevo 🇲🇽 =D by @koteo11

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4 years ago

Went to Lewis & Clark caverns for the 1st time in 4evvaa (15 years?) last weekend. It was such a blast– I forgot how you have to hike up, but such a cool guide! Sorry I didn't get any bat pics 😰😄 taken in Lewis And Clark Cavern by @koteo11

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4 years ago

Praise BE to St Expedite 🙌 The pinch hitter, the come through*er, and round-the-base badass. ThanK you for your work, your assistance & the glory of your deeds. I spread your name in honor and deep joy. Ahhhhhhhmen~ ☆☆☆☆☆ by @koteo11

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5 years ago

Not a fan of the bugs; but Wisconsin does have nice sunsets 😅 by @koteo11

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5 years ago

A loop around the 🌞. In CHIIIIITOWWWNNN 🙌👐👏 Tried every dessert under the 🌞. Thank you so much fur a luvleeee burffday @jnlyden!!! by @koteo11

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5 years ago

Meanwhile, somewhere in South Dakota 😶 by @koteo11

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5 years ago

Sometimes I just like on the floor, watch the light coming through the window & think of you. by @koteo11

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5 years ago

These are the late poems. Most poems are late of course: too late, like a letter sent by a sailor that arrives far after he’s drowned.

Too late to be of help, such letters, and late poems are similar. They arrive as if sent through water.

Whatever it was that happened: the midnight battle; the sunny walk in woods; the moonlit beam sneaking into lust; the farewell kiss. It all

washes ashore like flotsam.

From wood to river;
river to sea & back to
Shore again.

~MA by @koteo11

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5 years ago

Rented a Panasonic camera last weekend, this was prob. my fav pic taken. #underneathitall by @koteo11

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5 years ago

This is the solstice, the still point
of the sun, its cusp and midnight,
the year’s threshold
and unlocking, where the past
lets go of and becomes the future;
the place of caught breath, the door
of a vanished house left ajar.

Some centuries ago, when we lived at the edge
of the forest, on nights like this
you would have put on your pelt of a bear
and shambled off to prowl and hulk
among the trees, and be a silhouette of human
fears against the snowbank.
I would have chosen fox;
I liked the jokes,
the doubling back on my tracks,
and, let’s face it, the theft.

-Margaret Atwood by @koteo11

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6 years ago