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On July 16, 2014. On July 16, 1951, J. The Catcher in the Rye. On July 14, 2014. How many days to summer? .
Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Poetry and Other Wordy Things. I sit, just me and my coffee mug. To the owls on my mug, or to you. But we keep each other company. Although, there is so much I could say.
Monday, April 15, 2013. I have been experimenting with some of my photos in photoshop, and ended up creating some interesting images focusing on my mice. I ended up creating a lot of images similar to these, but I was not very fond of them and they are now in the trash. Saturday, April 13, 2013.
8211; while they had burgers and sides. just reading, studying, random chatting, wifi-ing. my drink was a salted caramel frappe. This afternoon, we went to an annual town flower and garden show. Which i used to buy in a persian outlet in the city. so i ordered a strawberry.
Directed by Amy West and produced by Matron Records and Wombox Productions.
Sábado, 2 de julio de 2011. Los delitos y las germinaciones ocurren en el silencio. Las campanas suenan por deportes,. Resultados de los gritos de las bolsas,. Cambios políticos que conservan lo que se iba a cambiar. Pero ningún medio informa cómo en la oscuridad. Urden invasiones, estafas, robos, asesinatos en la selva,. Caídas irreparables de árboles gigantes,. Desapariciones de especies, hielos, aguas y petróleos profundos.
Visitar los valles y quebradas de Conchucos. Es entrarse en contacto con una naturaleza. Desbordante de colorida belleza y vida. Algo de esa majestuosidad queremos reflejar en VOZ CONCHUCANA. Lo hacemos como un homenaje a nuestro pueblo y a nuestra tierra que nos vio nacer. Uno de los objetivos que tenemos al emprender este esfuerzo periodístico. Es justamente descubrir y dar a conocer a nuestro país. Y al mundo, el gran potencial de Conchucos, sus recursos naturales, sus posibilidades.
I had a dream last night. Not so strange, some may say. But, as well you know, my darling, there are men who never dream. Your father was one, and his father another, blissful souls who entered into sleep as innocents to the grave, blameless and unknowing. I counted myself among them, for fully forty-three years and seven months, but last night, I had a dream. Should I tell you? August 8, 2013. Sometimes the wind blew so hard, it blew sc.