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Last night I had a dream,
We were walking hand in hand,
On a deserted island beach,
Over endless miles of sand,
The moon was shining bright,
You looked over at me and smiled,
Your eyes so full of passion,
Our thoughts both running wild,
We laid down and held each other,
So close but never enough,
The tides came in and nearly covered us,
As we made pure and beautiful love,
I had never known so much beauty,
As your skin in the pale moon light,
Every moment so intense and new,
On this warm, dark and blissful night.
But as the sun rose the next morning,
You disappeared and left me alone,
I’m still on that deserted island,
Come back and bring me home......
His ghost is everywhere, walking under our feet, crying for more kibbles, sitting beside the sliding door. From time to time I find Lou quiet and sad. He wants to get another kitten this weekend. "I need something to love" he said.
Climbing up is a challenge for everyone. Some of us would take years of climbing and never get to see the steps of life until you sit and take a moment of silence to absorb what the earth has given to us to survive. The structure is already made for us.
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Ollie has been missing for a week. We hope that it is "Spring fever" and that he has found himself a girlfriend. He is very much a homely cat and the most affectionate cat I've ever known. Ollie, we miss you. Find your way home.
Missing fresh Time-Zero. Have been taking photos of photos. Some old family photos. This is a 600 shot of one of my own Time-Zero Polas. It's a detail.
Polaroid 600 film
SX-70
Southern Railway 4-6-2 stablemate 34092 City of Wells departing York Station early morning en route to Harrogate at the head of the Scarborough Spa Express.
I'm do wonder if the three missing panes in the side arch are as a result of previous volcanic departures of the Bulleid pacific as they are directly above the line away from what was then Platform 9.
The York-Harrogate-Leeds circle route was again in operation this year, comprising some 212 miles of steam haulage and ran on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays.
Ilford XP1 b&w 400asa
Olympus OM10 135mm lens
As soon as she landed in that puddle of water, away from the comfort of her old branch, the yellow leaf knew she wasn't that happy with the fall anymore... and started missing a home she would never be able to return to...
Autumn is here, and it is to stay.
Central Park,
New York
Taken with a 3G iPhone.
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Toàn ch xui xẽo! ==' So Baddddddddd
Young lady waiting in the shadows for a C-train in downtown Calgary, Alberta, Canada
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2019-12 Calgary-3484
I do hope you will all pardon my...sporadic appearances. Things have been rough since Lucy went ahead of us. I will not lie; I am absolutely shattered and devastated. As with Rem, Lucy's loss came on without warning (though not quite as suddenly, as Lu had been perfectly fine and full of sass the week before she began to decline, and until the day she did die, we honestly thought she was merely under the weather and would bounce back).
I really miss my dear little friend. She was with us for a long time, longer than any pet either of us had ever had—just shy of sixteen years—and for a small cat, Lucy really did have a big personality. The lack of her presence in the house has been very difficult over the past 6.5 weeks. We are still in the habit of not leaving water glasses around lest she knock them over; her 'placemat' where her bowl sat remains; the last box she enjoyed crashing out in remains in place; her snuggly pink blanket remains in its usual spot, with two of her favorite toys on it. The "only" thing missing is Lucy herself and it hurts wildly.
Strangely it only seems to be sinking into my thick skull now. I will never cuddle her again, or have her wake me with her purring at 3AM for a few pets, find her hopping onto my lap while I'm working or have her flopped out on the ironing board while I'm ironing or sewing. Never again will I bury my nose in her fur to inhale that marvellous fragrance of freshly mown hay she had, or race across the room to take a glass from her, or catch her eating Grant's food or drinking water from his bowl while he patiently stood by. She doesn't sit behind me on the sofa during Bible study or any reading time. She doesn't sleep atop my legs all night long any more.
It's really horrible and I miss her so much. It hurts a lot.
After Rem died, I continued sharing photos. That'll probably happen with Lu. I hope you don't mind. She was a big part of my life, a part now inexplicably missing, and a big chunk of my heart with her. Thank you for your patience. It has been a very rough eighteen months for me, and this was honestly just...the wrong kind of topper, despite how grateful I am for having so many years with Lu. Thanks, all. Some of you have been here with me for almost two decades and I appreciate it.
Violette awoke in bracken and felt immediately somehow empty. She listened, but heard nothing at all. As she moved to stand, she saw there were beads of blood on her torn dress… her heart was gone
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Luckily this happened to our only immortal girl, whose heart didn’t beat anyway… but who would do such a thing?
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Pullip Seila with dress by blackcandy_doll