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I HAVE HEARD THE MERMAIDS SINGING. TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF A POST-REALITY WORLD. In I Could Not Make This Stuff Up. Asymp; Leave a comment. I finally got around to ordering a Kindle Paperwhite and it arrived Friday. Well, more accurately, a. My new neighbor was peculiar. I Could Not Make This Stuff Up.
Reflections on learning to parent after infertility and all the things that go along with life. Thank you, Oh Obvious One. I forgot how cold this office is kept. To submit my news to the LFCA. Creme de la Creme 2010.
A blog about cancer, death, and life thereafter with parents. Thank you for reading! April 9, 2013. Perhaps this is a big nothing after all.
Surely you knew that was coming. What I am doing is trying a whole new approach at the Medium website. And I am doing so with the cartoon below, one I consider a classic from the days when Rob Davis.
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Le Jour ce lève and toi tu sors sans savoir ou aller . Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre.
Abonne-toi à mon blog! Je ne sais pas quoi penser. Je ne sais pas quoi penser,. Des gens qui passent leur temps à se plaindre,. Que je critique si souvent,. Quand je fait la même chose sur mon propre blog. Je ne sais pas quoi penser. Des filles qui se la jouent.
empecemos! Viernes, 10 de agosto de 2012. Gorrioncito qué melancolía, en tus ojos muere el día ya. Excusa si la culpa ha sido mía, si no puedo retenerte más. A dónde fueron mis amores que surcaban mares que cruzaban vívidos,. Volando que los vence el llanto, malheridos ya. No te marches, te ruego. Gorrioncito qué melancolía, pues sin tus caprichos yo que haré,. Pero cada cosa que fue tuya con el alma rota buscaré. No te marches, no te marches.