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Turned wood tables. Be still my heart.
Hello, interesting couch. What’s your name?
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Took a day off work today to chill at home and take care of a few things. I’ve got plans for this living room of mine. Loving the colors and freshness in this image of mine.
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This is the kind of place people write books about. Beautiful.
Abandoned (Haunted) Hotel in Colombia
The Hotel del Salto is located near Tequendama Falls on the Bogotá River in Colombia. It was opened in 1924 and shut its doors in the 1990′s. The hotel’s Gothic design is perfectly enhanced by a river and waterfall. Some say the hotel is haunted and no one wanted to stay there. Others state that the adjoining river was extremely polluted and they had to close. For whatever reason, the hotel stands as a beautifully macabre landmark for lovers of classic architecture, urban exploration, and maybe a few ghosts.
Bringing Back the Dead
Once native to the wet and temperate climate of Queensland, Australia, the extinct gastric-brooding frog is different from most other frogs. For starters, it gives birth from its mouth, swallowing eggs to hide in its stomach until they’re ready to hatch. Secondly, all of the frogs have been dead since 1979, likely due to deforestation and pollution.
Now, scientists working on a de-extinction program, called the Lazarus Project, want to bring the baby-belching amphibian back to life. In a new experiment presented in front of the National Geographic Society, researchers successfully re-constructed the gastric-brooding frog’s embryos by combining its DNA with the eggs of a related species.
Absolutely amazing. #praisebe
Metaphorical,The Stranger’s Land/ The Serene Land, Mahmoud Darwish
like the poem before writing: “I have no father
my son so five birth to me,” the land says to me
when I pass lightly upon the land, in your shimmering crystal night amid butterflies. No blood on the plows. A virginity renewing itself.
There is no name for what life should be
other than what you’ve made of my soul and what you make…
