To my readers; I enjoyed this article very much. I feel compelled to share it. Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend,. Who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

Life Lessons as Seen from Above. I look forward to seeing you there. This entry was posted on November 28, 2011, in Uncategorized. This entry was posted on November 7, 2011, in Uncategorized. Or is it a parasol? .

Reflections on Life, Love and Wisdom. I hitched a ride on a bus. How Dare You Tell Me Not To Speak? February 19, 2017. To Crumbling under cramps but sitting up straight on chairs in class rooms.

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I sat on the curb surrounded by all my belongings, three garbage bags and two boxes, Blubbering like an idiot . Behind me in the house was all the furniture, the carpets and décor that Ryan and I had saved for months to afford. My marriage had ended, someone else had taken my place. I was only eighteen years old but to me my life was over.

Grandparents give us a heritage of one another, an extended family for sharing memories; that is the greatest legacy they can give. The farmland can be sold; stocks can crash with the market. Cousins to catch crawdads with, or help sell lemonade and bait, that is our richest heritage. Rubenesque woman seeks debonair man to dine with. Wine with, spend quality time with. Answer this ad immediately as I may soon be moving on.

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On September 24, 2012 by roseash20. I have constantly thought about the question of being nothing. What is nothingness after all? With plain water lying on that same old table. Pick up the brush slowly and carefully. Beware of those little droplets of water that made their way on the brush stick when it splashed into that same cold callous conjuring container. Why will you want your sweet small splendid fingers to get sticked with water? Yes, you got it r.