This week there are about 20 different pieces of writing floating around my brain and four of them are actually open in windows on my computer, each in a different state of progress. One is a set of notes on something I am researching. One is resting, and one old project keeps tickling my brain asking for me to return. So, using everything I know about writing a.

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But nowadays many westerners use these words that infringes on their personal freedom, even if the infringement is a law or a regulation which might protect them. For them oppression is for the muslim woman who covers her body. Immorality, Sex Object, and Rampant Divorce. Morality without Religion is an illusion. Morality without Religion is an Illusion. One of the French learned writers.

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The aroma of coffee drives me crazy yet uplifts my mood. For me, Coffee seems to be my peace-maker as the very sip of it works like a soothing balm over my stressed mind. It turns a bitter day even sweeter by its very strong yet creamy rich taste! In winter and rainy days it brings me comfort by its lovely warmth. Flavors, I personally prefer are cappuccino and hazelnut latte which never happen to disappoint my tastebud. Life without coffee for me would be a flower without fragrance.

A mushy mom, a little madness, and a lot of musing. The woman behind the madness. Out of nowhere comes the brisk idea that man or woman can share their thoughts on just about anything. And then there are mom blogs.

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Times change and sometimes people too. I miss the times we spent together, laughing, talking,venting out anger or even fighting. Most of all, I miss you. But you know what? .

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The Real Neat Blog Award. The ones lost in time. The poets,the painters,the writers. She never liked flowers, actually bouquets. Why? And that but is the bump on the road and was jolting her back for doing this. Her neck line is too low? .