Photos in tune CANons! Uneven bubbles- Abstract photos. Wish you a happy, healthy and blessed year 2017. There is another alphabet,. Whispering from every leaf, singing from every river,. There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars. Touched by the sky- Snow.

The official web page of Hanna Abi Akl. Between the City and the Underground. The following writing was found and read aloud by a curious man who ignored the origin of its author. The man has therefore no knowledge of what he is about to read and is not connected in any way to the writing. Darling, you are a blossom queen. And I am just a felon. Looking to steal a piece of your heart. Think of it as my daily bread.

This post might get to you quite late, but as we say, at least it showed up. 3 years ago on the 25th of December, I received Christ in my life.

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Sometimes I can just escape. Travelling to another business meeting. In the sunshine or the rain. I have my music and a playlist. And that is all I need. Watching the world rush by outside. Whilst I travel on at speed.

The Land That Never Was. When I was six years old I broke my leg. I was running from my brother and his friends. And tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass I rolled down. I was younger then, take me back to when I. Found my heart and broke it here. Made friends and lost them through the years.

She stares at him wth sorrow filled eyes. She tries to force feed her own self half-hearted lies. She tries to pretend she is over him. But the next day tries to apologize on a fragile whim. She is down in the gutters. She pleads like a criminal. Like one who could be giving up her life. The guilt hits her fast. She chases him down like a deranged bloodhound. And cries out with the very worst of sounds. No time for that! .