A Child Was Washed Ashore Dead. A path through the shrine woods. A story I wrote in the sky. Dreamy sound of rain in June. Focused on the soft sound of rain. I was once sweet seven-teen. Let God be the judge of all things. Out for an evening walk. The soundless music of night. Too early for the lotus. 70 Years Ago, the War Ended.

Global warming, I wonder or just that on storm. That seems to haunt us every year. It seems the pretty , fluffy snowfalls of my youth. Are gone, the snow melts and freezes,. Days of melting snow and dangerous ice. I remember walking in the pasture, in the woods. Now filled with disgusting mansions and roadways. Selfish developers heads when they cut.

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Mom has been looking up at the stars a lot lately. How it will play out and exactly how it will feel. When a rejection comes instead, she visualizes the acceptance even harder. Meanwhile, she reads, writes, revises, edits, critiques, and submits.

La 12 ani fugim după zmee. Pe urmă fugim după sufletul nostru de copil. Nu știu dacă ne pregătim de primăvară sau de iarnă. Acum câteva zile îmi admiram trandafirii înmuguriți și mă gândeam că peste putin timp va înflori caisul. Inițial publicat pe Sweet and Salty.

De ce este nevoie de îndrăzneală pentru a gândi cu propria minte? Leadership, inocenţă periclitată. Exchange your troubles for some love. Do you remember the good old song of. Exchange your troubles for some love. Let me take you far away. Longing for the sun, you will come. To the island without name. Longing for the sun, be welcome. On the island many miles away from home. Be welcome on the island without name. In September, in .

I am a grandmother of three, a family history enthusiast and a family portrait photographer living in Ireland. It is lovely to have a studio shot now and then, but after many years your loyal pet, your toy horse, or your favorite tree will matter as much as your sweet little face. I am not only taking your portrait; I am making memories for you. In my photographs, I want to show how good and beautiful is this world and its people.

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