February 27, 2015 by anhinga. Dust Tracks on a Road. 8220;Having finished that and scanned the Doctor Book, which my mother thought she had hidden securely from my eyes, I read all the things which children write on privy-house walls. Therefore, I lost my taste for pornographic literature. I think that the people who love it got cheated in the matter of privy houses when they were children. Grab a book, any book.

About Abstract Expansionism and The Artist. Art Rental Commercial and Residential. There are various, potentially perilous or painful circumstances which we face as individuals throughout our lives. Sometimes we are granted a moment to stand on the edge of these situations and reflect on our options. At other times, we must simply wait, on the edge, until we fall, get pushed, or get called back into safer territory by fate.

I hope you are all well.

The nip of frozen winter air bites,. A frozen breath mushrooming like a cloud. Silvery Birch trees silently await. I smile, lonely I am not. Nay, I am not alone.

Sorry for forgetting to post for the last zillion years, but you know how it is.

Sunday, January 27, 2013. Saturday, March 31, 2012. And the more I immerse m.

Tomorrow I get to go home. A week or so in my own home, with my own thoughts and my own challenges. Craven, heinous the Charlie Hebdo attack.

So we left the car with Mitch, and when we came back later that day, he basically told us the car would be a fine investment. When we tried to pay him for his time, he waved our money away.