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	<title>Carolina Isabel Salazar</title>
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		<title>Video Intro</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Jan 2025 19:19:03 +0000</pubDate>

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	THE ORB I like is not the one  That dazzles with its lightning gleam; That dares to look upon the sun,  As though it challenged brighter beam. That orb may sparkle, flash, and roll;Its fire may blaze, its shaft may fly; But not for me: I prize the soul  That slumbers in a quiet eye.

Image by Jules Faure
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		<description>There ‘s something in its placid shade That tells of calm, unworldly thought; Hope may be crown’d, or joy delay’d— No dimness steals, no ray is caught. Its pensive language seems to say, “I know that I must close and die;” And death itself, come when it may, Can hardly change the quiet eye.Images by Niklas Bergstrand, Véra Ada10

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		<description>There ‘s meaning in its steady glance,  Of gentle blame or praising love, That makes me tremble to advance  A word, that meaning might reprove. The haughty threat, the fiery look,  My spirit proudly can defy, But never yet could meet and brook  The upbraiding of a quiet eye.Images by Wataru Suzuki, Nick Hudson, The Collaborationist20


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		<description>The Quiet Eye, by Eliza Cook (1902 - 1989)
Eliza Cook was an English author and poet associated with the Chartist movement. She was a proponent of political freedom for women, and believed in the ideology of self-improvement through education, something she called “levelling up.” This made her hugely popular with the working class public in both England and America.︎&#38;nbsp;︎&#38;nbsp;︎</description>
		
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