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Sunday, May 11, 2014. Thoughts on White Privilege, Tal Fortgang, and Racial Profiling at Vassar College. That embodies the fallacious defensive thinking many white folks employ when forced to reckon with the privilege they inadvertently receive because they are white. Briana Payton calls the letter.
Through my long career as a painter, a sense of place or interesting light on interesting objects was enough for me to decide to choose a subject. To See an image enlarged, click on the image.
Wisdom on overcoming the greatest human frustration from the pioneer of Eastern philosophy in the West. How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives,. Annie Dillard wrote in her timeless reflection on presence over productivity.
Il profumo del pane alle sei del mattino. Delle parole messe da parte. Ci sarete tu e una canzone,. E i respiri che corrono. Sei come il primo calore del giorno. E il profumo del pane alle sei del mattino,. Alla fine di questa notte. A non voler solo dirti. Sono tornati i tempi delle scuse.