Muse Mercier

@MuseNews

Eccentric lady, writer, artist, in love with life & nature. All words and photography are by and of me. 🪜🪚

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  1. #1

    Man seeks to control what he does not understand.

    Muse Mercier @MuseNews ·
    Man seeks to control what he does not understand.
  2. #2

    I had nothing to say at the end of the day so I found myself sat in the silence.

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    I had nothing to say at the end of the day so I found myself sat in the silence.
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    To have the body grounded while letting the mind soar, refusing restriction on dreams, on words, on ideas; that is a freedom that no man can cage.

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    To have the body grounded while letting the mind soar, refusing restriction on…
  4. #4

    The moon pulled as the music played and the sun shone down upon an earth ruled by the minds of artistic primates.

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    The moon pulled as the music played and the sun shone down upon an earth ruled…The moon pulled as the music played and the sun shone down upon an earth ruled…
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    If only life were as simple as a sunflower; bloom, face the sun and be happy where you’re planted, but even Van Gogh noted (with just the one ear) that the sound of nature could n…

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    If only life were as simple as a sunflower; bloom, face the sun and be happy wh…If only life were as simple as a sunflower; bloom, face the sun and be happy wh…
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    And if Adam had not liked apples, I wonder if God would have planted an apricot tree, for what good is temptation if you don’t like the taste of the fruit.

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    And if Adam had not liked apples, I wonder if God would have planted an apricot…
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    I wrote my love in words and danced to notes that nobody heard but me.

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    I wrote my love in words and danced to notes that nobody heard but me.I wrote my love in words and danced to notes that nobody heard but me.
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    Summer was here, the very summer I dreamt of in winter; no longer an impression of itself but a moment to be lived in, to be savoured in every sense.

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    Summer was here, the very summer I dreamt of in winter; no longer an impression…Summer was here, the very summer I dreamt of in winter; no longer an impression…
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    Less than I thought I was, more than I am, and something that I don’t yet know, that was my life, and rarely ever in the order that was expected of me…

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    Less than I thought I was, more than I am, and something that I don’t yet know,…Less than I thought I was, more than I am, and something that I don’t yet know,…Less than I thought I was, more than I am, and something that I don’t yet know,…
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    The poppies come in May and always leave by June, and although they have but days on earth they still have time to bloom.

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    The poppies come in May and always leave by June, and although they have but da…The poppies come in May and always leave by June, and although they have but da…
  11. #11

    Each book I read tells me that I could be someone other than I am, and when I’ve finished I am always more than I was.

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    Each book I read tells me that I could be someone other than I am, and when I’v…
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    History dictates that even if you close your eyes nature still decides on the future of mankind.

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    History dictates that even if you close your eyes nature still decides on the f…History dictates that even if you close your eyes nature still decides on the f…
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    Many a man has died with the promise of paradise on his mind, when all along it was here on earth in a summer's garden.

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    Many a man has died with the promise of paradise on his mind, when all along it…
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    My idea of you was nothing but paint; a fantasy of light and shadow...

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    My idea of you was nothing but paint; a fantasy of light and shadow...