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Hello again, today is Monday, October 29, 2012. The eye, the calm; they have passed. The rain came and went without much of a struggle. Other states could not say the same.
The Final Chapter: Chapter 43: Ruby shut the old leather book slowly after reading the final page to me, clasping it tightly within her arms.
Dear Richmond-upon-Thames, I miss the weekend trips to who cares where as long as the country-side rolls by. Lake District will forever be a sweet memory and I hope I'll visit it again one day.
Hello lovely opuss people and bonjour to my many French fans My name is Gary and I'm a Scorpio My birthday is on 20th November I have 2 Beautifull children,Adam aged 10 and Abbie aged 7 Adam has...
(10) Flash back: The Moment That Change Our Lives Today was April 27th, 2008. I was a typically raining day in Valley Cove not to rainy or stormy it was just right.
I guess I'll join everyone in the get-to-know-day things. Although I'm sure that most of you already know the basics. My names Rebecca, becca, bec, bexs, Ree, Ferris... But never Becky.
I am Kim...Kimbo to my friends I am small, never got to 5ft but what I lack in height I make up for in boobs and mouth.
Sienna said she would like to read my bio, so here it is. I spent my youth in the swinging sixties, which was great. I saw the Beatles in concert, met the Queen and got married far too young.
I never write about me... I guess it's 'cause I can't sum it up too well at all (and I'd probably end up rambling and depressing you all!!.
I'm a bit of a Jekyll and Hyde type, one minute I'm quiet and boring and the next I'm bouncing off the walls and probably very annoying.
(Bruce was my St. Bernard and I will miss him </3) Here lies my dog, Motionless in his kennel, Unable to wag his tail as he always did.
(A piece of life writing containing potentially upsetting material) I've always liked cowboys.
He was a nineteen year old guy, she was sixteen and a little bit shy. He was on a backpacking holiday in Mexico kicking back and taking life slow.
I've always wondered what's in Heaven. Streets of gold, beds of cloud?. I guess we will never know. Maybe it is suited to each of our personalities or is it a big community.
When I was younger...I must have been about 10 or 11, a teacher of mine who I later referred to as "lady Hitler" gave my class the task of compiling a family tree.
#acorn My very first post and so apt 1st opuss and a bit of a test... Tried to email this, but doesn't seem to have worked. Perhaps it will arrive later and duplicate.. What to start with?..
I have looked back on my life many times and tried to make sense of all the blurred memories. I'm sure everyone has pondered the past and said what if.
A young man sits at his computer, he has waited 5 years to try and arrange his thoughts. Even now he feels his stomach contract as feelings and memories resurface.
It's been a while, I cant remember now for how long you've been gone . But all the memories are still complete and never be forgotten.
It’s strange, when I write about my youngest years words flow freely.
It was a perfect day,. The sky was blue,. No clouds in the sky,. Promising and new,. I worked at the world trade center,. Or twin towers as they say,. Gorgeous buildings,. Gorgeous day,.
A true story of battery hens. It seemed light years from my upbringing in the shadow of London's Dockland, with our arbour less streets and little back yards of concrete and corrugated iron.
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Today was Veteran’s Day. I was on my way to the West City Shopping Centre. Apparently, there was some sort of festival there centred on the war veterans of World War II.