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I hope to catch up on at least some of them. So, this is a brief summary of some of the methods of besieging a castle. The River Avon acts as a natural mo.

And I always loved to write. I traveled to distant lands. I felt my life was full. I had a friend named Jean. Jean was 85 years old. She was a retired nurse. She got sick one day. On one of her last days, she whispered in my ear. I felt a deep sense of regret. And I woke up that day.

Writing the city in ruins. She never says a word. Not about how many scars are etched in her body and forever etched in her mind from the endless violence she endures daily within her own home. She never says how he beats her black and blue after she works ten hours a day. She never says that he does not spare her or even their three year old child in his uncontrollable rage. Why does a husband do that to his woman and child? What will I do? .

Unscented sunscreen that you can smell from a mile away. Goggles that are too tight. Swim trunks that are too loose.

Just A Little Orchid, Blooming Away. One List To Rule Them All. Being the person you are right now? Be able to.

Writing to express, not to impress. Like a soulless person she roamed,. It was wrong she knew. But what was she supposed to do? The weather was a perfect copy. The clouds were a lifeless grey. Holding back its pouring rain.

This is my story of me trying to survive one day at a time. What is in a look? What is in a look? I can tell exactly what you are feeling when I look into your eyes. I can see the hurt. I can see the pain. Your eyes say so much more than words ever can. I wonder what I truly look like in your eyes.