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“I'm a bit retarded, like most Americans.” ― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

“I'm a bit retarded, like most Americans.” ― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

Every day we slaughter our finest impulses...Henry Miller

Every day we slaughter our finest impulses...Henry Miller

I see...Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

I see...Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

Two waxen hands lying listlessly on the bedspread and along the pale veins the fluted murmur of a shell repeating the legend of its birth. ― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

Two waxen hands lying listlessly on the bedspread and along the pale veins the fluted murmur of a shell repeating the legend of its birth. ― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

On the beach, masts and chimneys interlaced, and like a fuliginous shadow the figure of Albertine gliding through the surf, fusing into the mysterious quick and prism of a protoplasmic realm, uniting her shadow to the dream and harbinger of death. ― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

On the beach, masts and chimneys interlaced, and like a fuliginous shadow the figure of Albertine gliding through the surf, fusing into the mysterious quick and prism of a protoplasmic realm, uniting her shadow to the dream and harbinger of death. ― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

There are some... ― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

There are some... ― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

...I think of Lucienne... ― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

...I think of Lucienne... ― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

“We are dancing in the hollow of nothingness. We are one flesh, but separated like stars.” ― Henry Miller    //   Snowy Range Perseids Meteor Shower by David Kingham

The Starry Starry Night – 45 Beautiful Examples of Astronography

“We are dancing in the hollow of nothingness. We are one flesh, but separated like stars.” ― Henry Miller // Snowy Range Perseids Meteor Shower by David Kingham

I used to think a bird couldn't fly if its wings got wet. ― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

I used to think a bird couldn't fly if its wings got wet. ― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

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