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When in rome, and other cliches. Post Florence food fest, we took a 4 hour train to Roma for another 3 days of all things wonderful. We had a slight adventure on the way to our hostel, but eventually we settled in and headed out for some Roman pasta. We ended up in a wholly Italian restaurant, and ate entirely too much gnocchi. I went to bed so happy that night. Julia commented on the fact that they appear to not be practicing any upkeep on the ruins.
Your picture fell down today. Oh how pleased I was to sit there and watch it shatter into a fragments. Lying useless on the ground. No longer must I avoid that corridor where you hung. I lost my respect for your enduring selfishness. Yes broken into shards of glass, you invite others to be sliced by the pain you provide.
7, Song Mao Gebai. Yuan Xin Cun, Dong Qu. And if you want to e-mail me my e-mail is. Wednesday, March 11, 2009. Tuesday, March 10, 2009. This past Monday was a experience of my life. It all started out great and ended with a bamm! Jk we got home and the cake was not that messed up and we ate it. it was so good and the best part was there were no beans in it! It is so funny! Friday, March 6, 2009.
Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre.
A blog of my thoughts and actions on a variety of different topics. Sunday, September 11, 2011. Plane hit the twin towers. When we think back, its easy to remember the horrible things that unfolded that day, but on this. I would like to point out some of the heartwarming and proud moments that took place that day and in the days to follow. Congress standing on the steps of the Capital.
Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre.
Tuesday, July 21, 2015. My eldest sister was an artist. An amazing, breathtaking artist. My brother was an insanely talented guitarist, and songwriter. My sister was a photographer, and an awe-inspiring writer. All had their passions lined up in front of them, and then there was me. I liked interior design but I had no outlet for that. But only in my bedroom. But the inspiration never flowed freely enough for me to call it a living breathing working passion.