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January 2, 2018 2 Comments. This space contains 7 years worth of writing. 248 blog posts to be exact. My blog previous to this. Solitude, the wind, and I. Do you love me? Things I thought about today.
The Ponderings of an Outspoken Heart.
Where Would You Fly Away? In Love with The World. In Love with The World. In Love with The World.
Just A Poem I Wrote. Yesterday Is Now Last Year. What I Learned From Keeping A Journal. Just A Poem I Wrote.
Me, Do You Have a Moment? July 10, 2016. If we only took the time to breathe and think for a moment, instant communication could be one of our greatest tools.
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In Japan people love miso soup so much that they even eat it for breakfast. Serves 4 as a small bowl. 100g firm tofu, cut into cubes. 2 spring onions, sliced.
To Love NYC, You Might Need to Leave For A Little While. In the Last Hour of 2016. In the City of Sinners and Saints; Salt and Sugarcane.
Someday the trails of life,. The test we are given,. Is for us to respond. For paradise is not here,. But in the world beyond. With heart and soul,. You free the chains,.
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Governed by an elected board of the BYLC graduates, BGN aims at creating an enabling platform for the BYLC graduates to exercise leadership for individual as well as community development. To foster a strong network and promote a culture of community among all BYLC graduates. To design and host programs and events that facilitate continuous development of leadership skills.
Creative outburst of thoughts and ideas. Ik vind het heerlijk om met verf te spelen. Materialen uitproberen, kleurcombinaties bedenken etc. Dit schilderij is geïnspireerd op de schilder Büttner. Zijn stijl ligt wel in mijn straatje. In een lange smalle gang komt het doek goed tot zijn recht. Inmiddels woon ik alweer een half jaar op mijzelf.
Segunda-feira, 19 de agosto de 2013. Não é porque tá chovendo que os passarinhos desistem de cantar. Não é porque ouço os pingos no telhado que eu preciso acolher o frio como se fosse um par de meias para o coração. Não, porque já é demasiado gelo aqui dentro. E se eu cessar a serenata do bem-te-vi por causa da imposição do tempo, é porque eu ainda não aprendi a dividir.