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I guess my cozy contentment is when I sit down and read a few chapters of the current book that I am reading. My wife believes I'm addicted to reading as each and everyday I do read a few chapters!

 

For a number of years I have been reading from my Kindle which takes note of my reading achievements ... my current reading statistics are I have read for 343 Weeks in a row and 820 Days in a row!!

 

Okay, I'm addicted!

 

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"I don't know." I said after about a minute of thinking.

 

"Come again?" Caesar said raising an eyebrow.

 

"What do you mean you don't know? How can you not know your own name?" Jennie asked, her smile fading.

 

I tried to think harder, it was making my head hurt. But then it hit me, earlier today, before I jumped out of the window. The guard with the tablet, the buzzing in my ear, the sharp pain I felt before I took the earpiece out. That guard had erased my memory. I hung one leg over the side of the stretcher.

 

"Blackwell... they wiped my brain." I said still trying to take it all in.

 

"They wiped your memories? Your name?" Jennie asked.

 

I nodded.

 

"Well, what about your parents, siblings, friends? Did they erase that too?" Caesar was looking hard at me.

 

I did my best to try to remember.

 

"My parents are both dead, I can't think of their names. I don't have siblings. As for friends-" When I tried to think of names my head hurt worse.

 

Blackwell took so much from me, and there was nothing I could do about it.

 

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Sorry is this one ended kinda abruptly, I was in a hurry. And I apologize if there are any typos in here, I'm kind of a careless writer. :P Thanks for looking! TTYL.

Through the Lens - 1 Beginnings

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I've had this book for ages, and I shall begin reading it this afternoon.

When part of a monastery, the chapter house is generally located on the eastern wing of the cloister, which is next to the church. Since many cathedrals in England were originally monastic foundations, this is a common arrangement there also. Elsewhere it may be a separate building. The chapter house comprises a large space, in order to hold all the monks of the monastery, and is often highly ornamented. Typically there is seating around, often built into, all the walls of the room, often in stone, with the central space left open. The seats for the senior members are often larger than the others, and may be raised on a dais. Usually there is only one doorway, and though the room is well-lit where the location allows, the windows are often too high to allow a view in from outside (or eavesdropping). Many larger chapter houses are designed with vestibules for attendants and those waiting to be called, where opening onto a cloister does not provide such a space. There is often a fireplace, and altars are found in some examples, sometimes added later.

 

Art of seeing // B&W Photography.

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The second day with Caesar and Jennie I was able to get up and walk around the building. The building was a three story, storage building that was modified with security and other tech. My arm felt good enough to come out of the sling, which was a relieve. Caesar had given me a couple shots, to help deaden the pain. That day I was standing on the third floor looking out window. My past life seemed like a dream, I had to accept my new identity and move on. Maybe someday I could find out who I really was. Jennie walked up next to me.

 

Jennie-"How are you feeling?"

 

Me-"Well considering I fell a couple stories onto a concrete roof, I feel pretty good."

 

She laughed. I turned back to the window, when a red light flashed and an *Alert* message came up on the window. Jennie put her hand up to her earpiece.

 

Jennie- "Caesar, we got company coming. Got the van ready." She turned to me. "Hurry, we have to get out of here."

 

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The remains of the Chapter House at Thornton Abbey.

Searching for it.

 

IT.

As suggested, a chapter was read, daily business commuted and any naughty monks were punished here

"What are you reading, Bucky?"

 

"This thing called a tablet."

 

"No, I meant.... never mind."

My dear old Grandma.

 

She is preparing for the last chapter......

 

My Grandma passed away peacefully 9 days after this photo was captured.

D train. New York City.

This is the chapter house (Kapitelsaal) of the monastery Kloster Eberbach in Germany. Originally built before 1186, it was rebuilt with the gothic star-vaulted roof and the central supporting pillar around 1350, and the vines were painted on the ceiling around 1500.

 

Hand-held using the little light that was available.

Pictures from the Chapter Party 2016. 27th of August 2016

Southwell Minster

Salisbury Cathedral (1220-1258) The chapter house is notable for its octagonal shape, slender central pillar and decorative medieval frieze. It was redecorated in 1855-9 by William Burges. (View LArge)

The treadmill of learning continues. All that in spite of 10 hour workdays (on average).

With Veolia undertaking a phased withdrawal of its local bus services in South Wales, Edwards Coaches began competitive Services 100E (Pontypridd-Church Village-Llantwit Fardre-Beddau-Talbot Green) and 400E (Cardiff-Treforest Industrial Estate-Church Village-Llantwit Fardre-Beddau-Gwaun Miskin) in April 2010.

 

First Cymru decided that they would also like a slice of the action, and after Veolia pulled out completely in June 2011, the company began its own Service 400 with four Mini Pointer-bodied Darts (43850-3) transferred to its Cardiff depot from First Devon & Cornwall, though having been new to Truronian.

 

Within a year, First Cymru had pulled out, leaving Edwards to be the indirect successor to Bebb.

 

My shot from June 2011 shows 43853 approaching the Gwaun Miskin terminus.

 

The four MPDs were leased and were returned to their leasing company in August 2017, then passing on to a Glasgow area operator.

  

Wells Cathedral, Somerset

summer

Week No: 33

Theme: Chapter 3

Category: Storytelling

 

A Summer Afternoon by James Whitcomb Riley

 

A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze,

With labored respiration, moves the wheat

From distant reaches, till the golden seas

Break in crisp whispers at my feet.

 

My book, neglected of an idle mind,

Hides for a moment from the eyes of men;

Or lightly opened by a critic wind,

Affrightedly reviews itself again.

 

Off through the haze that dances in the shine

The warm sun showers in the open glade,

The forest lies, a silhouette design

Dimmed through and through with shade.

 

A dreamy day; and tranquilly I lie

At anchor from all storms of mental strain;

With absent vision, gazing at the sky,

"Like one that hears it rain."

 

The Katydid, so boisterous last night,

Clinging, inverted, in uneasy poise,

Beneath a wheat-blade, has forgotten quite

If "Katy DID or DIDN'T" make a noise.

 

The twitter, sometimes, of a wayward bird

That checks the song abruptly at the sound,

And mildly, chiding echoes that have stirred,

Sink into silence, all the more profound.

 

And drowsily I hear the plaintive strain

Of some poor dove . . . Why, I can scarcely keep

My heavy eyelids--there it is again--

"Coo-coo!"--I mustn't--"Coo-coo!"--fall asleep!

  

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