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[–] 16 points 8 months ago (4 children)

Back in the day, I just assumed the adults were saying that because they were old and had no idea what joys were waiting patiently, calling from the keyboard, controllers, etc.

Now, I know that they had seen far more than I could imagine, and that they knew all too well that those sun-dappled, happiness-brimming days outdoors were a rapidly diminishing resource... 😭

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  • [–] 6 points 8 months ago (2 children)

    sun-dappled, happiness-brimming days outdoors

    And walk among long dappled grass,
    And pluck till time and times are done,
    The silver apples of the moon,
    The golden apples of the sun.

    -Yeats

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  • [–] 3 points 8 months ago (1 child)

    I am hopelessly fond of the romantics my self. Thanks for reminding me

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  • [–] 4 points 8 months ago*

    Yeats has just got a sound, man. Some of his phrasing is so hauntingly lonely, but there's a hint of hope.

    eg

    all disheveled wandering stars

    live alone in the bee-loud glade

    She stood in desperate music wound

    The fury and the mire of human veins

    etc

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  • [–] 2 points 8 months ago

    I grew up just as the 9-bit nintendo became widley available (and affordable) in Norway in the late 80s/early 90s. And got my first pc (a 486 DX) in 1994. Not a misspent youth, as we had a viciously steep footpath perfect for snow racers and a frozen area for hockey.

    Summers were perhaps more misspent

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