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Documenting vernacular space, cultural landscapes and stories of intentional living. A Sweet Seaside Proposal on the First Real Day of Winter. Portrait Reproduction for Author Sylvia Brown. Photos published in T Magazine! September 24, 2017. Trajet de la Semaine, Paris.

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Peddling stories worth talking about. ABOUT OF LIFE AND THE LIVING. Posted by Danilo Tao-tuan Naraja. 8220;Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it whether it exists or not, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedy. Posted by Danilo Tao-tuan Naraja.

RSD Advisory- Where Chronic Pain and Depression Collide. I hope you enjoy! More of my story can be found here-. My Story- The first 6 years. I volunteer for both for the Power of Pain and Independently.

They were spent walking down offbeat roads and throwing our arms up towards the sky, letting the winds capture all that we wanted to release. They were spent letting our hair down and dressing in what defined us, because those days were all about being ourselves. We spent our days learning to be as human as possible, and we took our lessons from mother nature herself, the mother of everything that breathes. We slept easier those nights, I think, c.

Contatti e Collabora al Blog. Che cosa è lo yoga per te? Si nota la differenza tra la comunità yoga in Italia e in Brasile? Qual è il tuo asana preferito e perché? Giugno 10, 2015. 8220;Il contatto che abbiamo con il suolo determina il nostro senso di sicurezza inte.

She turned her feelings and thoughts into words. I am nothing but a keeper of your vanity. The door to your forgotten history. I am that broken window pane. When you tried to escape from your piercing reality. I am your mirror the reflection of your broken smile. I am nothing but your conscience. Your painful karma for every pack of lies. I am nothing but your nuisance. As I disconnected all lines that bridge our thoughts.