The Stones Roll into Year Four. On this day, three years ago, I woke up in a quaint bed and breakfast on my wedding day. Many girls dream of that fairy tale wedding, and I certainly lived it. A few years ago I tried this concept of 101 goals in 1001 days, which amounts to just under 3 years.

The spleen I have against St. Was a horny bastard, a fiddler and drinker. Auctioneer who was booted off. The farm when my granddad was born. David eventually came back to atone,. He burnt his fiddle in a field and sired.

Lookin to catch some new words. Shade and rustling leaves sigh. The attribute my radar seeks. But time plays tricks as we both know. For every time my true love speaks.

Sunday, March 25, 2018. To all the teachers that had bear with me, stood by me, thank you! Photo by geralt at pixabay. When the form teacher announced that morning that one of our classmates had left us we were not sure of the message, what it really meant. He was a quiet kid, well-mannered, and we may miss him.

Nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands. OR SCREAM IN ALL CAPS. Or if you need a prompt you can check out one of the past prompts, like the Shadorma. The bar is open just for you.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014. I wanted to let the blogging world know that Galen passed away this morning. He was doing wonderfully the last time we spoke. I know he would want me to update his blog as that was his first thought when he was ill last time. He was always thinking of you all.

If I was a rose and you had choice,. Would you pick me, pluck me down from the tree? Would you hold me soft in the palm of your hand,. Hold my blush to the rose of your cheek? My mouth is a rosebud waiting for kisses;. My heart is in blossom pulsating for you. Please will you choose me; please love me.

Plaza de san lorenzo has a heartbeat that i trace with carbon ink,. Doves dance a weird bread crumb rap,. A group of old men drinks black coffee, faces held. As silent offerings into the sun. My bones are stiff from winter. A big snow storm brought me here,. A lady with a wand who drags me, talking spanish like big waterfalls, from one window to the next,. A bridge that no one dares to cross.