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Jaime Hylton, orophile and librocubicularist @jaimehylton.bsky.social · 13/01/2026

#AlphabetChallenge #WeekBforBooks “There was for me during this time a sense of being dazed. As though, in a way, I was not capable of taking in everything that was happening in this world.”

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Jaime Hylton, orophile and librocubicularist @jaimehylton.bsky.social · 11/01/2026

Good Sunday morning, fellow travelers. #Stunday “Morning is when I’m awake, and there is dawn in me.” — Henry David Thoreau

Sunrise over a snow-covered lake. Orange striated clouds stretch across a pale blue sky. In the background are dark foothills; in the foreground, silhouetted against the lake and sky, are evergreens and mostly leafless oak trees.

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Jaime Hylton, orophile and librocubicularist @jaimehylton.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

Several feet of snow on the ground here. Meanwhile, in Australia…

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Jaime Hylton, orophile and librocubicularist @jaimehylton.bsky.social · 07/01/2026

“The center was not holding. It was a country of bankruptcy notices and public-auction announcements and commonplace reports of casual killings and misplaced children and abandoned homes and vandals who misspelled even the four-letter words they scrawled.” — Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

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Jaime Hylton, orophile and librocubicularist @jaimehylton.bsky.social · 06/01/2026

#AlphabetChallenge #WeekAforAbstract #Wordlove Pareidolia: The psychological phenomenon of perceiving meaningful patterns, especially faces, in random visual stimuli.

What appears to be two eyes, a nose, and a mouth in the bark of a tree.

Clouds that appear to be in the shape of a reclining Winnie the Pooh.

The branches of two trees that appear to be a woman’s eyes and eyebrows, nose, mouth, and jawline.

Two sinks, the drains of which look like eyes. There is an orange cloth lying across the bottom of the divider between the sinks, forming what resembles a duck’s bill.

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Jaime Hylton, orophile and librocubicularist @jaimehylton.bsky.social · 05/01/2026

#AlphabetChallenge #WeekAforAbstract “A work of art does not answer questions, it provokes them; and its essential meaning is in the tension between the contradictory answers.” — Leonard Bernstein

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Jaime Hylton, orophile and librocubicularist @jaimehylton.bsky.social · 05/01/2026

Train Dreams (Netflix) No zombie apocalypse, no bomb-dropping missiles, no costumed superheroes. I loved it.

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Jaime Hylton, orophile and librocubicularist @jaimehylton.bsky.social · 04/01/2026

#ShakespeareSunday #Coriolanus “Anger's my meat: I sup upon myself….” (Act 4, Scene 2) “Let me have war, say I: it exceeds peace as far as day does night: it's sprightly waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible….” (Act 4, Scene 5)

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Jaime Hylton, orophile and librocubicularist @jaimehylton.bsky.social · 04/01/2026

Good Sunday morning, fellow travelers. "To see a world in a grain of sand And heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And eternity in an hour." — William Blake

A photo of a man’s open palms. He appears to be holding a yellow sunset over the ocean’s shore. Above the sun are a pale blue sky and a scattering of dark clouds.

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Jaime Hylton, orophile and librocubicularist @jaimehylton.bsky.social · 03/01/2026

“In war there are no unwounded soldiers.” — José Narosky

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Jaime Hylton, orophile and librocubicularist @jaimehylton.bsky.social · 02/01/2026

“My life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds.” — Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea

A young man stands on a sharp outcropping of rock with his back turned away from the busy, “civilized” world. He is gazing over a vast ocean toward a distant horizon.

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Jaime Hylton, orophile and librocubicularist @jaimehylton.bsky.social · 31/12/2025

“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.” ― T. S. Eliot

Foothills and leafless oak trees silhouetted against a fiery sunrise.

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Jaime Hylton, orophile and librocubicularist @jaimehylton.bsky.social · 29/12/2025

#AlphabetChallenge #ThemesWeek Week H: Hygge — Those things that bring you comfort and happiness, especially during the cold, dark days of winter. It has been said that happiness consists more in small conveniences or pleasures that occur in the every day than in rare moments of great good fortune.

A collection of eleven votive candles, seven of which are on a small stand. These seven correspond to the seven yogi chakras, energy centers in the human body.

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Jaime Hylton, orophile and librocubicularist @jaimehylton.bsky.social · 28/12/2025

Good Sunday morning, fellow travelers. “All round is haste, confusion, noise. For power and wealth men stretch the day from dawn till dusk. But quietly I go my way. The green of all the fields is mine. The stars, the night, the wind at play, A peaceful heart, while quietly I go my way.” — Ehrmann

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Jaime Hylton, orophile and librocubicularist @jaimehylton.bsky.social · 25/12/2025

#Christmas “I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach.” — Ebenezer Scrooge, from Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol

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Jaime Hylton, orophile and librocubicularist @jaimehylton.bsky.social · 21/12/2025

1/2 Those of you who follow me might remember my son and son-in-law’s two cats (Shakes and Rumble). About a month ago, a told Shakes’ story, and many of you responded positively to it. Today I received my boys’ 2025 Christmas card, a joint creation featuring Shakes and Rumble, front and center.

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Jaime Hylton, orophile and librocubicularist @jaimehylton.bsky.social · 21/12/2025

Good Sunday morning, fellow travelers. #ImageAndVerse #WinterSolstice #Nature #Stunday #MobilePhotography "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." — Margaret Atwood.

A frozen pond rests in near darkness as sunlight just grazes the foothills in the distance. At the front of the photo, colored holiday lights are reflected in the glass through which the photo was taken.

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Jaime Hylton, orophile and librocubicularist @jaimehylton.bsky.social · 18/12/2025

“Have you ever in your life encountered a character as wretched as Donald Trump?” — David Remnick, the New Yorker

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