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Wisdom ~ ⚜️⚜️

And I’ll tell you one story,

One rural doctor in England found that almost the entire adult population of the village — an English village like a small town — is infected with meningitis. He was horrified. What will happen when everyone gets sick? What to do?

But only seven people got sick. The rest remained healthy. They did not get sick. Those who experienced severe personal problems fell ill. Those who had no strength to fight, and the desire to live was not enough. This shocked the doctor, he then became a prominent psychologist. Which is quite understandable.

And before it was believed that people unhappy in love were sick with consumption. Those who survived the loss and disappointment. Who has a broken heart.

And many more such examples by doctors. Avoid disappointment and do not sort things out yet. Do not quarrel, do not swear, postpone claims until better times. Be kind to your loved ones. And to the animals. Hygiene and mental hygiene go hand in hand. Now is not up to scandals and partings, that’s all. Do not break the heart for yourself and others.

And then, hopefully, everything will be fine. And then we will deal with the crisis somehow.

Everything will be formed.

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Silence of Love ~

There are gestures that show that silence also has meanings … so profound … that … you cannot describe them in words …

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Love, and a Horse in a carriage goes hand in hand ⚜️⚜️💝

Love isn’t always perfect.It isn’t a fairytale or a storybook.And it doesn’t always come easy.Love is overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, fighting to be together, holding on and never letting go.It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, and impossible to live without.Love is work, but most of all, Love is realizing that […]

Don’t ever give up on love 💕

Love isn’t always perfect.It isn’t a fairytale or a storybook.And it doesn’t always come easy.Love is overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, fighting to be together, holding on and never letting go.It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, and impossible to live without.Love is work, but most of all, Love is realizing that […]

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Soul ⚜️⚜️⚜️

Soul mate: two little words, one big concept. A belief that someone, somewhere, is holding the key to your heart.

https://mydaz.blog/?p=79315
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Dance with me until the Moon goes down ⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️

Dance with me in the early morning light
Wrap your arms around and pull me in tight
The day has not yet begun, there is still time
Fleeting moments spent on love so sublime

Let me linger here within your warm embrace
Gentle kisses on waiting lips to place
You stir my emotions with that smile of yours
Beginning my day with the one I adore

Before the world calls us to start the day
Look in my eyes, tell me what I need you to say
Kiss me hard and take my breath as you often do
And always remember how very much I love you…

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Sunshine ⚜️⚜️

Today the sun is outside the window.

We’ll live with you again –

Does anyone doubt that,

When she smiles so sweetly

A barely begun day,

So mischievous eyes light up,

Let’s not panic, and let the troubles become short,

We must take care of each other after all,

Oh, the sun, the sun … the impossible!

Drive away the troubled sorrows,

There is already a supply of rays.

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Secret ❤️ 🔱

The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she knows. How inadequate they are to tell how her heart feels! When she has finished them several times She thrums the strings aimlessly with her finger-nails And smiles, and thinks happily of many things.

I stood for a long while before the shop window Looking at the blue butterflies embroidered on tawny silk. The building was a tower before me, Time was loud behind me, Sun went over the housetops and dusty trees; And there they were, glistening, brilliant, motionless, Stitched in a golden sky By yellow patient fingers long since turned to dust.

The first bell is silver, And breathing darkness I think only of the long scythe of time. The second bell is crimson, And I think of a holiday night, with rockets Furrowing the sky with red, and a soft shatter of stars. The third bell is saffron and slow, And I behold a long sunset over the sea With wall on wall of castled cloud and glittering balustrades. The fourth bell is color of bronze, I walk by a frozen lake in the dun light of dusk: Muffled crackings run in the ice, Trees creak, birds fly. The fifth bell is cold clear azure, Delicately tinged with green: One golden star hangs melting in it, And towards this, sleepily, I go. The sixth bell is as if a pebble Had been dropped into a deep sea far above me . . . Rings of sound ebb slowly into the silence.

On the day when my uncle and I drove to the cemetery, Rain rattled on the roof of the carriage; And talkng constrainedly of this and that We refrained from looking at the child’s coffin on the seat before us. When we reached the cemetery We found that the thin snow on the grass Was already transparent with rain; And boards had been laid upon it That we might walk without wetting our feet. When I was a boy, and saw bright rows of icicles In many lengths along a wall I was dissappointed to find That I could not play music upon them: I ran my hand lightly across them And they fell, tinkling. I tell you this, young man, so that your expectations of life Will not be too great. It is now two hours since I left you, And the perfume of your hands is still on my hands. And though since then I have looked at the stars, walked in the cold blue streets, And heard the dead leaves blowing over the ground Under the trees, I still remember the sound of your laughter. How will it be, lady, when there is none left to remember you Even as long as this? Will the dust braid your hair?

The day opens with the brown light of snowfall And past the window snowflakes fall and fall. I sit in my chair all day and work and work Measuring words against each other. I open the piano and play a tune But find it does not say what I feel, I grow tired of measuring words against each other, I grow tired of these four walls, And I think of you, who write me that you have just had a daughter And named her after your first sweetheart, And you, who break your heart, far away, In the confusion and savagery of a long war, And you who, worn by the bitterness of winter, Will soon go south. The snowflakes fall almost straight in the brown light Past my window, And a sparrow finds refuge on my window-ledge. This alone comes to me out of the world outside As I measure word with word.

Many things perplex me and leave me troubled, Many things are locked away in the white book of stars Never to be opened by me. The starr’d leaves are silently turned, And the mooned leaves; And as they are turned, fall the shadows of life and death. Perplexed and troubled, I light a small light in a small room, The lighted walls come closer to me, The familiar pictures are clear. I sit in my favourite chair and turn in my mind The tiny pages of my own life, whereon so little is written, And hear at the eastern window the pressure of a long wind, coming From I know not where. How many times have I sat here, How many times will I sit here again, Thinking these same things over and over in solitude As a child says over and over The first word he has learned to say. This girl gave her heart to me, And this, and this. This one looked at me as if she loved me, And silently walked away. This one I saw once and loved, and never saw her again. Shall I count them for you upon my fingers? Or like a priest solemnly sliding beads? Or pretend they are roses, pale pink, yellow, and white, And arrange them for you in a wide bowl To be set in sunlight? See how nicely it sounds as I count them for you— ‘This girl gave her heart to me And this, and this, . . . ! And nevertheless, my heart breaks when I think of them, When I think their names, And how, like leaves, they have changed and blown And will lie, at last, forgotten, Under the snow. It is night time, and cold, and snow is falling, And no wind grieves the walls. In the small world of light around the arc-lamp A swarm of snowflakes falls and falls. The street grows silent. The last stranger passes. The sound of his feet, in the snow, is indistinct. What forgotten sadness is it, on a night like this, Takes possession of my heart? Why do I think of a camellia tree in a southern garden, With pink blossoms among dark leaves, Standing, surprised, in the snow? Why do I think of spring? The snowflakes, helplessly veering, Fall silently past my window; They come from darkness and enter darkness. What is it in my heart is surprised and bewildered Like that camellia tree, Beautiful still in its glittering anguish? And spring so far away!

As I walked through the lamplit gardens, On the thin white crust of snow, So intensely was I thinking of my misfortune, So clearly were my eyes fixed On the face of this grief which has come to me, That I did not notice the beautiful pale colouring Of lamplight on the snow; Nor the interlaced long blue shadows of trees; And yet these things were there, And the white lamps, and the orange lamps, and the lamps of lilac were there, As I have seen them so often before; As they will be so often again Long after my grief is forgotten. And still, though I know this, and say this, it cannot console me.

How many times have we been interrupted Just as I was about to make up a story for you! One time it was because we suddenly saw a firefly Lighting his green lantern among the boughs of a fir-tree. Marvellous! Marvellous! He is making for himself A little tent of light in the darkness! And one time it was because we saw a lilac lightning flash Run wrinkling into the blue top of the mountain,— We heard boulders of thunder rolling down upon us And the plat-plat of drops on the window, And we ran to watch the rain Charging in wavering clouds across the long grass of the field! Or at other times it was because we saw a star Slipping easily out of the sky and falling, far off, Among pine-dark hills; Or because we found a crimson eft Darting in the cold grass! These things interrupted us and left us wondering; And the stories, whatever they might have been, Were never told. A fairy, binding a daisy down and laughing? A golden-haired princess caught in a cobweb? A love-story of long ago? Some day, just as we are beginning again, Just as we blow the first sweet note, Death itself will interrupt us.

My heart is an old house, and in that forlorn old house, In the very centre, dark and forgotten, Is a locked room where an enchanted princess Lies sleeping. But sometimes, in that dark house, As if almost from the stars, far away, Sounds whisper in that secret room— Faint voices, music, a dying trill of laughter? And suddenly, from her long sleep, The beautiful princess awakes and dances. Who is she? I do not know. Why does she dance? Do not ask me!— Yet to-day, when I saw you, When I saw your eyes troubled with the trouble of happiness, And your mouth trembling into a smile, And your fingers pull shyly forward,— Softly, in that room, The little princess arose And danced; And as she danced the old house gravely trembled With its vague and delicious secret.

Like an old tree uprooted by the wind And flung down cruelly With roots bared to the sun and stars And limp leaves brought to earth— Torn from its house— So do I seem to myself When you have left me.

The music of the morning is red and warm; Snow lies against the walls; And on the sloping roof in the yellow sunlight Pigeons huddle against the wind. The music of evening is attenuated and thin— The moon seen through a wave by a mermaid; The crying of a violin. Far down there, far down where the river turns to the west, The delicate lights begin to twinkle On the dusky arches of the bridge: In the green sky a long cloud, A smouldering wave of smoky crimson, Breaks in the freezing wind: and above it, unabashed, Remote, untouched, fierly palpitant, Sings the first star.

Darling
Secret Love ❤️

“The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.”

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Do Souls exist ⚜️⚜️⚜️

Do you want me to reveal the secret to you?

One such tiny secret

Know people don’t meet by chance

There are no accidents, believe me in life!

Do not trust?! Well then listen …

Do not be afraid: I will not deceive you

Imagine that souls exist

Single string tuned

Like stars in the infinity of the universe

They wander hundreds of roads

To meet once without fail,

But only when God wants to …

For them, there are no norms in the usual sense,

They are free as a bird soaring …

There are no distances for them,

Conventions, prohibitions and boundaries …

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Get it ~ ⚜️⚜️

“The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.”

Love Chooses You ⚜️❤️

  • Calm ~

    Do you know how to soothe your partner when they are distressed?

  • Apologise~

    Employ the power of apology. With relationship conflict, the truth usually lies somewhere in the middle. The power of ownership goes a very long way toward forgiveness, acceptance, and healing. I learn to love myself at the same time as I learn to love you. Relationship teaches me who I am in any given moment.

  • Australia Suicide ~

    www.abc.net.au/news/2020-04-04/mental-health-suicide-healthier-hearts-lighter-minds-abc-heywire/12063542

  • Wisdom ~ ⚜️⚜️

    And I’ll tell you one story,

    One rural doctor in England found that almost the entire adult population of the village — an English village like a small town — is infected with meningitis. He was horrified. What will happen when everyone gets sick? What to do?

    But only seven people got sick. The rest remained healthy. They did not get sick. Those who experienced severe personal problems fell ill. Those who had no strength to fight, and the desire to live was not enough. This shocked the doctor, he then became a prominent psychologist. Which is quite understandable.

    And before it was believed that people unhappy in love were sick with consumption. Those who survived the loss and disappointment. Who has a broken heart.

    And many more such examples by doctors. Avoid disappointment and do not sort things out yet. Do not quarrel, do not swear, postpone claims until better times. Be kind to your loved ones. And to the animals. Hygiene and mental hygiene go hand in hand. Now is not up to scandals and partings, that’s all. Do not break the heart for yourself and others.

    And then, hopefully, everything will be fine. And then we will deal with the crisis somehow.

    Everything will be formed.

  • Parables 🔱🔱🔱

    https://wp.me/s3jxiK-parables

    Shalom
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Me either Little Darling ⚜️⚜️⚜️😂😂

Poor Little Darlings 🙁🙁🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺
I love Self Isolation in Australia anyway, and Aussies love being lazy 😂😂😂😂
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I’ll love to eternity ⚜️⚜️⚜️

I’ ll love you.
Until the gasp of time’s last breath.
Until I have no words and then I’ll find another way.
Until we cease to be and life has left this place…and even then, I’ll use my last breath to remind you once more.
How very much I love you.
And always will.
True love doesn’t have a happy ending.
It never ends.
I’ll always love you…until…

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Fantasy ⚜️⚜️⚜️

The most beautiful i have ever felt
Was in your arms
The most happiest i have ever been
Was when you smiled to me
The most secure i can remember
Was your body covering me
So, when i asked you
Baby, tell me something you’ve never told me
Your fingers push that wayward strand of hair from my neck..
” I can’t believe you still have me “

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    A Little Puppy ⚜️⚜️⚜️

    A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.
    “Mister,” he said, “I want to buy one of your puppies.”

    “Well,” said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, “These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.”

    The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer.

    “I’ve got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?”

    “Sure,” said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. “Here, Dolly!” he called.

    Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse.

    Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up…

    “I want that one,” the little boy said, pointing to the runt.

    The farmer knelt down at the boy’s side and said, “Son, you don’t want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.”

    With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, “You see sir, I don’t run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands.”

    With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.

    “How much?” asked the little boy…

    “No charge,” answered the farmer, “There’s no charge for love.”

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    Kindness ⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️

    https://mydaz.blog/?p=47454

    We honour this man today. These staunch warriors never forgotten. Maybe today instead of crying fowl take time to read this story of great strength for freedom. Shame on those that sit in chairs with flapping mouths disapproving or judgement of the soothsayers . Action or hide. These stories of great Americans who served their Country without reserve we now our head in Peace. – America

    Van T Barfoot died…  (2012) Remember the Guy who wouldn’t take The flag pole Down on his Virginia Property aWhile back? You might Remember the news story several Months ago About a crotchety old man in Virginia who Defied his local Homeowners Association, And refused to take down the Flag pole on His property along with the […]

    Former Deputy Mayor of Noosa Frank Pardon is serving just 18 months for the sexual assault of a child! When will judges learn that child abusers ARE NOT people of good character !

    Former Deputy Mayor of Noosa Frank Pardon is serving just 18 months for the sexual assault of a child! When will judges learn that child abusers ARE NOT people of good character ! Noosa councillor and former deputy mayor Frank Pardon will serve at least 18 months in jail after being found guilty of indecently […]

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      Kindness ⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️Happiness ⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️

      https://mydaz.blog/?p=79147

      The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.

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      Kindness ⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️

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      Flashy ~

      All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you. I never had a selfless thought since I was born. I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through: I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn. Peace, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek, I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin: I talk of love –a scholar’s parrot may talk Greek– But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin. Only that now you have taught me (but how late) my lack. I see the chasm. And everything you are was making My heart into a bridge by which I might get back From exile, and grow man. And now the bridge is breaking. For this, I bless you as the rain falls. The pains You give me are more precious than all other gains.

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      Time ~🔱🔱

      There was a time when in late afternoon
      The four-o’clocks would fold up at day’s close
      Pink-white in prayer, and ‘neath the floating moon
      I lay with them in calm and sweet repose.

      And in the open spaces I could sleep,
      Half-naked to the shining worlds above;
      Peace came with sleep and sleep was long and deep,
      Gained without effort, sweet like early love.

      But now no balm–nor drug nor weed nor wine–
      Can bring real rest to cool my body’s fever,
      Nor sweeten in my mouth the acid brine,
      That salts my choicest drink and will forever.

        Kindness
        Kindness

        Have you ever meet the human version of a headache? I’m it enjoy your passage into a wonderland of things you didn’t think 🤔 possible.

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          WHEN THERE ARE FOOLS IN THE LIGHT …

          WHEN THERE ARE FOOLS IN THE LIGHT …
          I appeal to all alarmists and neurotics – once again you were fooled by the most corrupt and fraudulent organization, whose name is WHO. To those with a short memory, I remind you that in 2009 this muddy structure had already turned a similar scam and caught up with almost infernal horror when it announced the swine flu pandemic. The media inflated the imaginary threat to universal proportions, the governments of the leading world powers eagerly supported the conclusions of WHO and began to allocate crazy money for the purchase of vaccines. So, the USA, Canada, Great Britain and France spent almost $ 8 billion on vaccinating the population and related activities. Barack Obama has even declared swine flu a national threat. And what is the result? The victims of the “epidemic” were 18,500 people, mass psychosis ended six months later, and the bottom line was the billion-dollar profits of pharmaceutical giants such as Roche, SmeetKline & Beecham, Glaxo Welcome. After some time, it turned out that many experts and advisers to the World Health Organization regularly receive money from pharmaceutical companies and lobby for their interests. Everything is ridiculously simple and trite.
          11 years have passed, and the picture is repeated almost one to one. First, an outbreak of some new garbage under an exotic name is recorded, then a couple of months later, daily inflating a mammoth from a fly, a pandemic is announced, then the amount that can save unhappy humanity from this apocalyptic evil is voiced. For starters, 61.5 million dollars. What will happen next is not hard to guess. Soon there will be a “saving” vaccine, and the money will flow into the bottomless pharmaceutical bins. It is possible that this time, mass hysteria is in the hands of someone else. To whom specifically, we will find out a little later. Unlike 2009, panic spreads much faster and more extensively. Now it is rapidly being dispersed by social networks, and a brainless, easily controlled herd from Australia to Alaska will sweep masks, pasta and toilet paper from the shelves. What to do in this situation? To step aside and, pouring a glass of whiskey, with an impeccably cynical smirk, watch the world go crazy. The sight is funny. Although sad.

          Conclusions from all this theater of the absurd:

          1. Manipulating us is much easier than you might have imagined;
          2. Viruses come and go, and the number of gullible idiots is only growing;
          3. Media and social networks – the main mouthpiece of evil;
          4. People stopped analyzing and stupidly consume information;
          5. We live in a shaky and unstable world that can collapse at any moment;
          6. The less developed the state, the less unjustified panic in it;
          7. In a world where money rules everything and everyone, you cannot trust anyone. Especially to governments, officials and “experts.”
          8. And finally, the best way to get rid of fear is to realize that there are worse things (EVERY DAY in the world about 1,700 people die from ordinary flu, more than 4,000 people die from tuberculosis and almost 6,500 people a day from pneumonia , bronchitis and whooping cough. These are millions of lives a year around the world!)

          Keep calm, enjoy the spring and hammer on the news. “Life is beautiful, despite the shortcomings,” – as the Great Combinator said.

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          Kathleen O’Meara’s poem,

          Kathleen O’Meara’s poem,

          ‘And People Stayed Home,’ written in 1869.

          And people stayed home
          and read books and listened
          and rested and exercised
          and made art and played
          and learned new ways of being
          and stopped
          and listened deeper
          someone meditated
          someone prayed
          someone danced
          someone met their shadow
          and people began to think differently
          and people healed
          and in the absence of people who lived in ignorant ways,
          dangerous, meaningless and heartless,
          even the earth began to heal
          and when the danger ended
          and people found each other
          grieved for the dead people
          and they made new choices
          and dreamed of new visions
          and created new ways of life
          and healed the earth completely
          just as they were healed themselves.–
          Mim

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          Recipe of the month from the office ⚜️⚜️

          Recipe of the Month: Abundance of Biscuits

          Erica is our resident baker in the office. Every month when it’s a staff member’s birthday Erica puts together a beautiful creation.
          She says about this recipe, “I wish I could take the credit for this recipe but it’s one of my favourite. Cheap to make and it makes a lot of cookies per batch!!” We can’t wait to try this one at home ourselves.
          INGREDIENTS:
          • 500g butter
          • 1 cup of sugar
          • 395g tin of sweetened condensed
          milk
          • 5 cups of self raising flour
          METHOD:

          1. Combine butter and sugar until creamy
          2. Add sweetened condensed milk and then flour
          3. Mix together until a smooth dough has formed
          4. Add any variations of things to the mix to make different flavours Suggestions:
          • Choc chips
          • Sultanas or dried fruit
          • Nuts
          • Shredded coconut and jam
          • White choc bits, cranberries and macadamias
          1. Roll into small balls, line them up on a baking tray and flatten gently with your palm. Allow a bit of space for the biscuits to spread.
          2. Bake in a moderate oven, until biscuits are golden brown. R
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          Life’s Journeys ⚜️⚜️⚜️

          Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations. Life is a journey and it’s about growing and changing and coming to terms with who and what you are and loving who and what you are

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          Irene Dennen
          Rachel Brantley
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          Renee Simpkins
          Andrea Bogle
          Vicky Cumming
          Marica Dickert
          Elmira Chouinard
          Danielle Grimes
          Deonna Foerster
          Lorean Rothschild
          Nola Dick
          Lucille Delariva
          Nolan Wohlers
          Shoshana Kozak
          Bari Strous
          Donna Houser
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          If you went through this entire list looking for your name, I do apologize for completely wasting your time. I have no clue who these people are, I’m not even an admin of this group. I stole this from another page and thought it was hilarious.

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          Apologise~

          Employ the power of apology. With relationship conflict, the truth usually lies somewhere in the middle. The power of ownership goes a very long way toward forgiveness, acceptance, and healing. I learn to love myself at the same time as I learn to love you. Relationship teaches me who I am in any given moment.

          Wisdom ~ ⚜️⚜️

          And I’ll tell you one story, One rural doctor in England found that almost the entire adult population of the village — an English village like a small town — is infected with meningitis. He was horrified. What will happen when everyone gets sick? What to do? But only seven people got sick. The rest […]

          Dance with me until the Moon goes down ⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️

          Dance with me in the early morning lightWrap your arms around and pull me in tightThe day has not yet begun, there is still timeFleeting moments spent on love so sublime Let me linger here within your warm embraceGentle kisses on waiting lips to placeYou stir my emotions with that smile of yoursBeginning my day […]

          Sunshine ⚜️⚜️

          Today the sun is outside the window. We’ll live with you again – Does anyone doubt that, When she smiles so sweetly A barely begun day, So mischievous eyes light up, Let’s not panic, and let the troubles become short, We must take care of each other after all, Oh, the sun, the sun … […]

          Secret ❤️ 🔱

          The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she knows. How inadequate they are to tell how her heart feels! When she has finished them several times She thrums the strings aimlessly with her finger-nails And smiles, and thinks happily of many things. I stood […]

          Wisdom

          The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom. Don’t exchange what you want most for what you want for the moment. Wisdom Never let your sense of morals prevent you from doing what is right.

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          Frivolous 🔱🔱

          Among the hills a meteorite Lies huge; and moss has overgrown, And wind and rain with touches light Made soft, the contours of the stone. Thus easily can Earth digest A cinder of sidereal fire, And make her translunary guest The native of an English shire. Nor is it strange these wanderers Find in her […]

          Mirror ~🔱🔱🔱🔱

          I thought there would be a grave beauty, a sunset splendour In being the last of one’s kind: a topmost moment as one watched The huge wave curving over Atlantis, the shrouded barge Turning away with wounded Arthur, or Ilium burning. Now I see that, all along, I was assuming a posterity Of gentle hearts: […]

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          The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.

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          Growing up ⚜️⚜️⚜️

          💛💛💚💚

          WHEN IT ARRIVES

          When I get to 30
          I’ll be a real woman
          neither Amelia or anyone
          a beautiful future ahead
          and a little more calm maybe

          and when i get to 50
          I’ll be free, beautiful and strong
          I’ll have good people next door
          I’ll know a little more about love
          And life who knows

          and when i get to 90
          no strength, no future, no age
          I’m having a pleasure party
          invite everyone I loved
          register everything i know
          and die of longing.

          CHAPTER 1. Loomings

          Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation.

          Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.

          The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.

          Salainis

          I had learned already many of the Outland methods of communicating by forest notes rather than trust to the betraying, high-pitched human voice.

          None of these was of more use to me than the call for refuge. If any Outlier wished to be private in his place, he raised that call, which all who were within hearing answered.

          Then whoever was on his way from that placed hurried, and whoever was coming toward it stayed where he was until he had permission to move on.

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          Purity⚜️⚜️⚜️

          I’m drawing dawn under my backyard
          and with eyes closed…
          I dance in a chord of me
          My silences have been my suns
          Wing chords
          touching my fists like a
          swallow in love
          Dream
          Silence
          Quiet
          Delirio
          I’m watching life with my feet on the moon
          and stepping deep into the stars
          my soul.
          Flew without wanting to and always talk to the good
          of my thoughts
          and between blue beds
          eternities.
          I run away from the day and my candle sail in watercolors
          of calm in the dawn.
          And you want to know?…
          If my perfume exhale right now
          sunflowers…
          Ah…. leave me up here.

          CHAPTER 1. Loomings

          Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation.

          Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.

          “The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.”