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ફ ર ઈ-બ ક સ. વલદ ન વ ર ત વ ભવ. આ ગહન વ તન સ વ ટ ક ણમ આમ સમજ શક ય ક આપણ બ નઅસ ત ત વમ થ જ અસ ત ત વમ આવ ય છ એ. હ આ જબ ગ મ સ ય બ -હ સ ત ગ મ ક ય સર ક કટન ક.

My Stories, My Work, My Life. During WWI, they expanded to produce plastics, petrochemicals, and phosphorous. This was the ground work for future endeavors that would affect millions. During WWII Monsanto was heavily involved with the Manhattan Project, in a sector called the Dayton Project, a nuclear bomb research facility in Ohio. In 1985, Monsanto purchased G. , the producer of the artificial sweetener, Aspartame, adding to their arsenal. The company then had th.

Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake up in the day to find it was vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible. He swallowed hard and heaved himself up but strong pairs of hands held him back. John Parker was stunned, he struggled but the hands stayed firm, locked, clasping his shoulders in a bear grip. 8216;Let me go! .

What is so very cool about me. Sodden joy; hitting every puddle on the way. I cannot move the toes of my left foot. So I am thinking of Dean Potter. Here in the dark, in my bed. Waiting for sleep to come. The only respite from the fear. And the searing, fire breathing pain that attends. This paralysis injury that not a single doctor. I cannot move the toes of my left foot. I cannot feel my abdomen. I cannot feel my left thigh or my left butt cheek. No harness, no net.

Writing, secrets and self-publishing. Much of the creative world is built around secrets. Creatives and those who market, manage, and leverage them are very hush-hush about projects lest someone steal it or leak it. Surprise I suppose is the proffered reason. And probably most important ensuring no one else beats you to the punch. Make little to no money. Never get to quit their day jobs.

Unravelling and weaving, sometimes simultaneously. In the back of an unused drawer. Only when I mentioned it. Is more vivid in my mind. Than anything I could create. The strands of twisted color. That reflected on your body. The curls pulling at your hair. From the moisture of sweat. Sounding in your dark eyes. If I write for you.