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Being no longer human, why should I. Pretend humanity or don the frail attire? Men have I known and men, but never one. Was grown so free an essence, or become. So simply element as what I am. The mist goes from the mirror and I see. Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace,. Fluids intangible that have been men,. We seem as statues round whose high-risen base.
The Krystalization of h-Armanic Kristianity. Night Hymns for a Pale Flower. There comes a point when We are shot through the forehead with an Apotheosis. We are lit up with the Light of Knowing. Knowing that We entered into this world wearing the skin and body we currently reside in. We chose where, who, why and when. A Dolmen is the stone struc.
The ghost in a false reality is real. Asymp; Leave a comment. The broken, splintered branch. Hanging year after year,. Dryly rattles its song in the wind;. Without foliage, without bark,. It is barren and faded. Tired of living too long,. Tired of dying too long,. Its song is hard and tenacious;. It sounds arrogant, hiding the fear.
The Inner Mirror of the Soul. The Dragonslayer seeks his Princess as Key to the Soul. The Journey of the Soul in Irish Myth.
اگر دو خط دو طرف عدد قرار بگیرن. عدد را مثبت می کنن. دو خط که اسمشان قدرمطلق است. باشد قدر مطلق عدد را مثبت جلوه نمی دهد. بلکه عدد را مثبت می کند. این همه عزت و شخصیت را تو به من. زنی که زیبایی اندیشه پیدا کرده باشد زیبایی تنش را نشان نمی دهد. پاشو سر راه نشستی! احساس امنیت.
خون این طایفه این بار به جوش آمده است. صد و هفتاد و پنج مادر را.
When I was 40, I had the great blessing of becoming Grandma Debbie. At the time I was still raising my own kids. My daughters Jae and Robyn were only seven and four when Kirstie, my first granddaughter, was born. But having almost overlapping families added to the fun! Tuesday, February 26, 2013.
Rain took me to the ground. Bent the trees in me. The man with the withered hand. Them creeks was full up. Full the rain in my soul. Full the margins of error suspended. Full the prayers of thanks.
Wtorek, 28 sierpnia 2012. I skończył się czas spokoju i braku zmartwień. Odkąd wstałam z łóżka, coś się ze mną działo dziwnego. Nie mogłam znaleźć sobie miejsca, coś mnie dręczyło. Była sobota, ciągle krzyczałam na Rafała, bez powodu. Widział, że coś jest nie tak, próbował mnie uspokoić, ale jego starania poszły na marne. Telefon wypadł mi z ręki, gdy dzwoniąca pielęg.