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... pas les rennes. encore que... rien ne prouve que dans ces contrées, il n'existe pas de rennes arboricoles, sous nos latitudes extrêmes, se manifestent tant de mutations étranges et d'aberrations qu'on croirait sorties d'une imagination tordue...
Little evidence exists today of the junction station at Old Hill, the main line from Stourbridge to Snow Hill being joined by branches from Dudley and Halesowen. The `Bumble Hole' line from Dudley closed to passengers in 1964 but remained open for freight until 1968 and the track was lifted by the middle of 1969. Reminders still exist, one such being the abutment (seen on the left in this image) to the bridge which carried the line to Dudley across Beauty Bank, shortly after leaving Old Hill Station.
Powering against the grade between Cradley Heath and Rowley Regis DRS Class 68, 68008 propels 1H17 0638 Stourbridge Junction to London Marylebone through Old Hill.
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"Please Exist"
Photo: Reylia Slaby
Model: Ayumi T.
This picture was actually a quickie! We were on location for a different photo-shoot, but where we were had a small field of these tall beautiful plants. And for no planning, I think the shot turned out quite nice. Ayumi is amazingggg at expression, it was as if she was actually in pain. So I was so happy to get to work with this lovely woman!
Always,
Reylia
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No suelo dar el porqué de mis fotos, pero cada una tiene su razón personal de existir y su razón de ser creada. Pero, en cuestión de arte y apreciación cada persona le da su sentido y un porqué y eso, es lo que hace a la foto.
Mi razón de estar tantas veces en un solo lugar es la razón de existir, no una si no infinidad de veces, muchas personas fallan, mis pensamientos constantemente están en el porqué de todo, y el porqué de existir y no descarto la posibilidad de estar existiendo muchas veces y aferrarme a un fin que me vincule entre sí. Tal vez uno de ellos en estos momentos está descubriendo el porqué de la vida y estoy seguro que si podríamos doblar el tiempo y mirar a través de él, ese yo lo está logrando. Pero, el yo de estos momentos y el yo que en estos momentos está escribiendo, hace lo que más le gusta y el yo del pasado estaría orgulloso de lo que se está convirtiendo el yo de su futuro.
Tal vez muchos fallaron pero todos tienen un fin en común que se entrelazan y hasta llegar al mismo punto, fallando, cayendo pero siempre aferrándose a una sola cosa.
Nunca me permito avergonzarme del pasado ya que eso me hace saber que estoy viviendo.
It Exists !
नाणेघाट सुमारे सव्वादोन हजार वर्षापूर्वी खोदला गेला. प्रतिष्ठान ही सातवाहनांची राजधानी. सातवाहन काळात कल्याण ते प्रतिष्ठान (जुन्नर) या राजमार्गावर नाणेघाटात डोंगर फोडून ह्या मार्गाची निर्मिती केली गेली. सातवाहन कुल हे महाराष्ट्रातील प्राचीन असे कुल आहे आणि त्यांचे राज्य इ.स पूर्व अडीचशे वर्ष तर ते इ.स नंतर अडीचशे वर्षेअसे जवळजवळ पाचशे वर्ष होते. प्राचीन काळी कल्याण बंदरामध्ये परकीय लोक विशेषतः रोमन व्यापारी आपला माल घोडे अथवा बैलावर वाहून नेत असत. हा माल प्रामुख्याने सातवाहन काळातील राजधानी असलेल्या प्रतिष्ठान नगरीत व्यापारासाठी नेला जाई. या व्यापार्यांकडून जकात जमा केली जाई. त्या जकातीचा दगडी रांजण आजही येथे पहावयास मिळतो. नाणेघाटाची संरक्षक फळी ही शिवनेरी, हडसर, चावंड आणि जीवधन या चार किल्ल्यांनी बनलेली आहे. साठ मीटर लांब आणि जागोजागी दोन ते पाच मीटर रूंद अशी ही नाणेघाटाची नळी आहे. या नळीच्या मुखाशी एक दगडी रांजण आहे. अदमासे चार फूट व्यासाचा आणि पाच फूट उंचीचा हा रांजण पूर्वी जकातीसाठी वापरला जात असे. जकातकर रुपाने यात तत्कालीन 'कर्षापण' नावाची नाणी टाकली जात असत. नाणेघाट चढून गेल्यावर प्रथम दर्शनी दृष्टिक्षेपात पडणारी कातळात कोरलेली ऐसपैस आणि सुंदर गुहा हेच येथील महत्वपूर्ण वैशिष्ट होय. या गुहेत साधारणतः ४०-४५ जण राहू शकतात. सध्या वापरण्यात येणा-या गुहेत तिन्ही भिंतीवर लेख आहेत. हा लेख एकूण २० ओळींचा असून मध्य भागातील भिंतीवर १० तर उजवीकडील भागावर दहा ओळी आहेत. हा लेख ब्राम्ही लिपीतला असून या लेखामध्ये अनेक अंकनिर्दिष्ठ संख्या आहेत.
Naneghat (Marathi: नाणेघाट) is a mountain pass in the Western Ghats range near Junnar in Pune district of Maharashtra, India. During the reign of the Satavahana (200 BCE–190 CE), the pass was extensively used as a trade route between Kalyan and Junnar.[1] Literally, the name nane means "coin" and ghat means "pass". The name is given because this path was used as a tollbooth to collect toll from traders crossing the hills.
The inscriptions in the caves indicate that they are the work of Satavahana rulers who came into prominence after the fall of the Mauryan empire. It is believed that a powerful woman ruler Naganika, the wife of Satakarni (180–170 BCE) of the Satavahana family commissioned the cave, the statues and the inscriptions. Inscriptions in the cave mention her and her family members. Though the statues adorning the sides of the rectangular cave are now gone, the inscriptions still record some of the achievements of the dynasty. The Naneghat records have proved very important in establishing the history of the region. Vedic Gods like Yama (Hinduism) Indra, Chandra and Surya are mentioned here. The mention of Samkarsana and Vasudeva indicate the prevalence of Bhagavata form of Hinduism in the Satavahana dynasty.
“Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars, Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live.”
― N.R.
Entry for the january contest on ImperiumDerSteine.de 'Motor Madness'
Task in category B: Build a motorized vehicle and a little diorama with it.
Never actually build a car. So this one does not exist in reality. Just tried to build an oldtimer based on some fotos I found while researching cars from the 1920-1940.
The name is based on my great grandfathers company who was building vehicles.
The events that night in the parking lot changed me forever.
I used to look at things as so much more 'black and white.'
'The police were good' I thought.
And 'our government existed to serve and protect the people.'
There was a certain bliss in living with that ignorance.
One night shattered that and life itself would never be so simple again.
I knew that anyone could go bad.
I'd seen that before.
But the systematic coverup I was witness to...
that whacked my reality big time.
Since then I've made quite a few friends who happen to be cops.
I'd say that in my experience about half of them are an honor to the badge.
The other half...
you'd be shocked that they're nothing but another street gang bunch of thugs...
only they hide behind those badges and blue uniforms.
And they're authorized by the state to carry guns and use deadly force.
I don't think anything's ever offended me so much as seeing that bullshit up close.
It was like some fog was lifted and I saw what went on 'behind the curtain.'
That shit really shook me up.
I'm talking about people who've not only got no problem murdering someone...
but they've got the understanding and the means to get away with it.
There's more than a few people in prison who've been sent there wrongly convicted of crimes these guys have done.
They know how to pull it off.
The only thing that they really fear are the half of the cops who wouldn't tolerate that stuff.
The problem is that in some departments the ratio's pretty skewed.
Like Deadwood.
The whole place is filled with bad apples.
The stories I started to hear were unbelievable.
Witness intimidation.
Planting drugs.
Lying on police reports.
Giving false testimony.
And of course...
firebombing the garbage dumpster in front of my office.
I saw that one with my own eyes.
Or that phone call I got about the Police Commisioner's federal conviction for selling a couple of kilos of the white stuff.
The same guy that owned the bar that installed the illegal poker machines.
The ones that were all gone when the county went to raid his place because Iron Fist supposedly got tipped off and told him he'd better get rid of those things fast.
And I heard Iron Fist was pissed.
Not because his Police Commissioner had an illegal gambling operation going on in his town...
but because he'd kept it a secret from him.
Iron Fist kept secrets.
You didn't keep secrets from him.
There's some dark shadows on the other side of that 'thin blue line' and I'm telling you that I hope you never see them.
They get away with way too much.
They get away with murder.
The corruption is so endemic to the system that I have no faith at all that it can ever be eliminated.
There's a secret code.
If you've ever gotten a ticket and the cop thought you were an asshole all he had to do was to make sure that when he stapled your drivers lisense to the paperwork was that he put the staple through your picture.
The next cop that pulled you over knew right away that some other cop had a problem with you.
Because you had staple holes there on your license.
On your face.
That's the kind of shit that they do.
That's the 'code.'
One thing that they do better than anything though is to stick together.
'Professional courtesy' they call it.
In Chicago givin' another cop a ticket for DUI is an instant career dead end.
The older cops with more experience know how it works.
The young guys get sucked into it in order to prove themselves.
And to survive.
You gotta tow the line if you want backup to help you out in a timely manner when you call for it.
It's almost a rite of passage.
You don't pass the test...
you're gonna get your ass kicked on the streets or worse...
and no one's gonna drive really fast to help you out.
You'll be on your own.
Over the years the cops have developed an 'us or them' mentality.
They become jaded about the way it all works...
they socialize amongst themselves and the women who they call 'holster sniffers.'
They start to hate the legal system...
the judges and the prosecutors...
and then all of the sudden they're one of the 'bad apples.'
You hear about them every once in a while...
either they're busted by the feds or they're turned on by the guys around them because they pissed someone off.
You got no idea how bad it is really.
Not until you start hearin' what's going on 'off the record.'
You'll never sleep as well as you did before you heard the stories.
What makes it all worse is when corrupt politicians start to use the police as a 'personal army.'
That only makes everything dirtier.
The cops know that they're gonna get away with so much more when the guys above them are corrupt too.
That's the way it went in Deadwood.
Iron Fist used the police like they were his own little militia.
If he had a problem with you then you had yourself a problem with the cops.
And keepin' Iron Fist happy took precedence over 'law and order' any day of the week in Deadwood.
You got old Iron Fist pissed off at you that'd be a real quick end to your career in 'law enforcement.'
While Iron Fist ran the place the town was known as a really desirable place to live.
You didn't put a 'for sale' sign in front of your house if you wanted to sell it when he was in charge.
The old man would never tolerate that.
He had a list of people who wanted to live there and him and his cronies would figure out who they were gonna let buy your house.
They didn't want any 'undesirables' moving in.
And by 'undesirables' I mean black people.
Iron Fist thought that 'for sale' signs on people's homes made him look bad.
Dude should have been a cult leader the way he operated.
If you went around 'the system'...
and some people did because they felt that Iron Fist's little policy was cutting their profits on the sale of their homes...
Iron Fist would send the cops out late at night and snatch that 'for sale' sign right out of your front yard.
The guys I talked to said 'Secret Squirrel' was always up for the job.
He was the guy that drove around with the trunk full of machine guns.
The Village was sued in federal court for the practice by real estate agents and the Village lost on First Ammendment grounds...
but they still kept doing it.
Iron Fist reduced the police to commonon thievery.
For a lot of them I think that was the line that they'd first crossed into the corruption that soiled the place.
Kind of like a little 'initiation' into the way things were done in Deadwood.
They wanted to make damn sure no 'undesirables' were ever hired on to the police department too.
They asked applicants to provide a picture of themselves with their applications.
You better not have a dark complection if you wanted to get a job there.
The thing that really made everything so corrupt was that the Chief would always end up with a big old bag of dirt on Iron Fist...
just as much as Iron Fist'd end up with a big old bag of dirt on the Chief.
The relationships never seemed to last too long because Iron Fist knew the game better than any of the clowns he'd make Chief.
He'd take 'em down before they really became a threat.
When Skeevy left there to run another department it wasn't too long before the feds were all over his ass.
It was Skeevy who'd installed the guy that'd become the next Chief...
'Chief Hotdog.'
The one I sent the 'nutcracker' letter to.
Where I told him 'I was gonna squeeze his balls until they popped.'
The letter I had to read in front of the jury with all the good stuff blacked out.
Man I really thought I was gonna be charged with some serious felonies for that action.
Even my lawyer said he was worried about it.
'You don't go around writing that kind of stuff down' he said 'say whatever you want but you don't write letters like that and send them to the Chief of Police signed with your name.'
Fortunately the statute of limitations has run out on that one and I ain't got no problems that way.
I really tortured poor Chief Hotdog...
got inside his head and fucked with him big time.
The way I saw it he deserved it.
I mean... he was the boss... and he coudda done something to make things right for me and my family.
He was given the chance to do the right thing.
They all were.
But when he came out lying to the media about what happened that night and defended the actions of his street thug cops I knew I was goin' after his ass any way I could.
Right after the case against my wife was thrown out Chief Hotdog resigned.
Of course The Kid said it had nothin' to do with the bungling of that case...
and insiders said it was because he didn't do really well at fundraising for The Kid politically...
but I didn't care.
He was just one more corrupt motherfucker that I had in my crosshairs that went down in flames.
Whatever it was it ended his career.
The department went without a Chief for a few months and everyone speculated on who was gonna be named Chief Hotdog's successor.
I was shakin' the place up with allegations about the use of the contaminated well but that was all kinda behind the scenes...
the media or the feds hadn't picked up on it just yet.
When The Kid appointed the new Chief, me and The Mole both let out a collective gasp at the same time.
He appointed a woman who used to run the water department.
Terry Stewbauer.
I couldn't believe it.
It was such an obvious payoff and anyone in the know could see that right away.
It was blatant.
The Kid wasn't just 'ball-less' he seemed to be brainless too.
That was the first time I knew I really had those assholes and I knew I had them good.
They knew the feds were comin' sooner or later because I wasn't letting up and appointing Stewbauer as the new Chief of Police was a sort of premptory strike.
They wanted to keep her quiet and they wanted to keep her loyal...
put her on the 'short leash.'
I think she was scared shitless about what was comin' down the line and thinkin' about makin' a deal herself with the federales.
The Kid appointing her as the new Chief was probably a confidence builder for the woman.
She was working part time as a detective for the department before she was appointed Chief and I'd heard she wasn't a bad cop.
But she knew the truth about the use of the contaminated well and I knew that in appointing her that The Kid was hoping she'd never tell that truth to anyone.
Especially the feds.
I heard that her husband was a convicted drug dealer who was sitting in prison at the time she was appointed as the new Chief too.
She couldn't have been a very good detective if she didn't know that the old man was dealin' drugs out of her house.
Or she was a very corrupt detective.
Take your pick.
She was working as the Chief of Police in Deadwood when she was indicted on something like twenty three felony counts by the US Attorney.
She had to surrender her gun and her firearm owners identification card to the feds right after that.
Deadwood gave her a paid 'leave of absence' so now she gets paid for doing nothing.
Except takin' a fall for Iron Fist and his crew and keeping some serious secrets.
Of course they're paying her legal bills too.
I can't believe they get away with that shit but they do.
If I was a reporter I'd tear 'em a new one over that story.
I guess that made her the second Chief of Police that I'd end up takin' down in a row over this whole thing.
The Mole once pointed out that 'fucking with you doesn't seem to be a really good career move.'
We shared a good laugh over that one.
I was makin' enemies there almost as fast as I'm known to make friends.
And I was using the enemies of my enemy pretty effectively too.
That's why I'd reached out to Congressman Bobby Rush.
Krista'd made the introduction.
I'd read that when Rush was first elected to Congress that Iron Fist was pretty pissed off that now a black man would be representing Deadwood in Congress.
He was quoted in the newspapers saying that he wanted to secceed from the congressional district because 'there was no way that that man could represent the white ethnics of Deadwood.'
That comment really pissed off Congressman Rush and I don't think he ever forgot it.
Or forgave it.
I remember thinking 'this guy will really be a help in nailing Iron Fist to the cross' and I was right.
Congressman Rush and I are not the kind of guys who you'd ever accuse of seeing 'eye to eye' politically but we had a common enemy in Iron Fist and that's all it takes in Illinois politics... or politics in general to gain a strong ally.
I remember the Congressman pulling me out of a big meeting saying that he wanted me to get in front of the cameras with him and talk to the press.
Right after he'd given the best political speech I've ever had the great pleasure to witness.
I'm telling you I swear he channeled the spirit of a baptist preacher from the deep south of the seventies on that one.
I think the Congressman wanted Iron Fist to see him with his arm around me there smiling.
Kinda like twisting the knife if you know what I mean.
I also remember the Fox News reporter with that tight sweater and the most amazing pair of tits I'd ever seen...
I thought it was pretty funny that I'm standing next to a Congressman with about a half a dozen tv cameras in my face blowin' the lid on Iron Fist and his dirty and despicable deeds and I can't take my eyes off of this woman's rack.
I'm usually not like that...
but damn... the combination of that sweater and her upper body were a work of freakin' art...
a thing of incredible beauty.
That moment was the closest I'd ever come to feeling a woman up on live tv.
I'm glad the Congressman did most of the talking.
When I watched myself on tv that night I looked like a really honest guy lookin' right into the camera like that.
Only me and God knew where I was really looking though.
And I blame the whole thing on God anyway.
That was not the work of some plastic surgeon...
and if it was, then it was God that gave him that talent...
so I still blame God and I think he'd be honored that I do.
I felt like dirt for thinkin' that way there though.
Iron Fist and his shenanigans killed people.
Innocent people that had no idea that they were drinking that cancer water.
There were so many people with cancer there at that meeting.
I shook their hands and I hugged them.
I looked into their eyes and I listened to their stories.
And it all got me even more pissed off at what those assholes did.
Yeah... there was a certain selfish satisfaction in the imminent crucifiction of the people who'd hurt my family...
but more and more I was beginning to find myself taking up the crusade to bring these guys to justice not just for what they'd done to me and my family...
but for what they'd done to the people that trusted them.
They had to pay for what they'd done and it seemed like I was the only one with the balls and the motivation and the understanding of the situation to keep driving them towards justice.
And now I had some powerful people on my side.
Rush had called Eric Holder, the US Attorney General from the meeting and told him what was going on.
Shit was getting stirred up alright.
I was excited.
I'd seen enough in that parking lot and in the days after to know that they were soul-less and corrupt and I wanted to show everyone that.
I wanted revenge ever since that night.
There was a battle going on inside of my soul by this time.
And I found myself slowly letting the whole concept of revenge go.
More than anything...
I really wanted justice.
And I wanted it for the frail thirty eight year old woman I'd just hugged who had cancer all over her body and was sick right there from all of the chemo...
I wanted justice for her.
They had no right to do that to another human being.
Iron Fist and his whole crew hadda go down for this.
From the series 'There's Something in the Water' here on Flickr... www.flickr.com/photos/light_seeker/sets/72157627041317913...
The Denver Quarantine Zone exists to keep you alive! Any Foundation Personnel entering the Quarantine Zone must comply with the following:
-Persons entering the 'Zone' must do so at Gates 3, 5, or 11.
-Persons entering, exiting or working within the perimeters of the Exclusion Zone (exactly 3.25 kilometers larger in diameter than the Quarantine Zone) must undergo a decontamination process.
-A valid permit must be produced to enter or exit the Quarantine Zone.
-The China Lake Weapons Research and Testing Facility is off-limits to any persons without at least a Level-5 Permit.
-Any persons found to be trespassing within the 'Zone' or harmfully exposed to the airborne toxins contained within it will be terminated immediately.
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It's a follow-up of my last scene, Biohazard. You can decide (if you read the backstory to Biohazard) what has happened in between then and now, as I've left it relatively open to debate! ;) It took me two lots of photo taking sessions and some lengthy editing to get the picture how I wanted, but needless to say I'm quite pleased with it.
Inspirations include Crysis 3, The Last of Us, SCP-Wiki, Chernobyl/Pripyat (real life), Metro 2033 and Last Light, and World War Z.
Ghee - Alba dress coral
This dress exists in following colors too : Black, Blue, Brown, Copper, Dark Green, Fuschia, Gold, Green, Lilac, Pink, Purple, Red, Sea Green, Silver and Sky Blue
Sizes : Belleza (Freya,Isis), Kupra (Bimbo, Low, Orig.); Legacy, Legacy Perky, Maitreya, Maitreya Petite, SLink Hourglass
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No existe esponja para lavar el cielo
pero aunque pudieras enjabonarlo
y luego echarle baldes y baldes de mar
y colgarlo al sol para que se seque
siempre faltaría el pájaro en silencio
no existen métodos para tocar el cielo
pero aunque te estiraras como una palma
y lograras rozarlo en tus delirios
y supieras al fin como es al tacto
siempre te faltaría la nube de algodón(...)
(Mario Bendedetti)
It still exists! My 1st photo there: www.flickr.com/photos/39613053@N03/5419135532/in/set-7215...
Unique Steampunk and Art Nouveau designs in buildings, clothing and accessories here in our main shop. Our scripted, high detailed artworks presents the top of SL possibilities. Neko, suburban and wasteland stuff around too. Oldtimer vehicles.
Bueno..existen diferentes pero en si lo importante es floriar bien la falda, ocea que se vean las ondas al moverla.
Cuando estas haciendo el zapatiado sencillo se utilizan 2, uno es que las dos manos estén moviendo igual (hacia adentro y afuera) y el otro es uno y uno ( pie derecho, mano izquierda y pie izquierdo mano derecha).
Esos son los mas sencillos y los que mas se utilizan, aunque de región a región cambian.
¿Existe el Eden en la tierra? No lo sé, pero si hay algo que se le parezca seguro que es Plitvice en Croacia, un lugar altamente fotogénico y que siempre aparecen en las listas tipo "50 maravillas naturales del mundo"
Buckle up and get ready to fly over the hottest place on Earth, where the Erta Ale volcano lava lake, the multicoloured Dallol sulfur springs and the Danakil depression wastelands of salt exist. A never before seen aerial footage and images by © Joel Santos - www.joelsantos.net. Ethiopia, 2016.
As much fun as going out can be, sometimes it's just as nice to spend time relaxing at home.
There's a profound sense of normalcy in going about our day or evening while dressed in a way that makes us feel happiest.
So just as the challenge of being out and about in public becomes less daunting over time, the times we spend quietly at home feel increasingly natural as we simply "exist" in our feminine state.
A Light Exists In Spring
by Emily Dickinson
A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period --
When March is scarcely here
A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.
It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.
Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay --
A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.
The Hymn of God's Word "God Is Seeking Your Heart and Your Spirit" | Gospel Music
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1. Mankind who left the life supply from the Almighty does not know why they exist, and yet fears death. There is no support and no help, but mankind is still reluctant to close their eyes, braving it all, drags out an ignoble existence in this world in bodies without the consciousness of souls. You live with no hope. He lives with no aim. There’s only the Holy One in the legend, there is only the Holy One in the legend who’ll come to save those who moan in suffering and long desperately for His arrival. In the people who are unconscious, this belief can’t be realized so far. The people however still yearn for it, yearn for it.
2. The Almighty has mercy on these who suffer deeply. At the same time, He’s fed up with these who are unconscious, ’coz He has to wait, has to wait too long for the answer from mankind, from mankind. He wants to seek your spirit and your heart. He wants to bring you food and water. He wants to wake you up. So that you are thirsty no more, hungry no more. And when you are feeling weary, and when you begin to feel the desolation, the desolation of this world, do not be perplexed, do not cry. Almighty God, the Watcher, will embrace your arrival any time. And when you are feeling weary, and when you begin to feel the desolation, the desolation of this world, do not be perplexed, do not cry. Almighty God, the Watcher, will embrace your arrival any time. And when you are feeling weary, and when you begin to feel the desolation, the desolation of this world, do not be perplexed, do not cry. Almighty God, the Watcher, will embrace your arrival any time.
3. He’s watching by your side, waiting for you to turn back. He’s waiting for the day your memory suddenly recovers, becoming conscious of that you came from God, the fact that you came from God. You once lost your way somehow and somewhere, O, falling unconscious on the roadside, and then unknowingly having a “father.” You further realize that the Almighty has been watching there. He has been waiting, waiting for your return all along, all along.
4. He longs bitterly. He has been waiting, waiting for a response without an answer. His watching’s beyond price and is for the heart, for the heart and the spirit of mankind. This watching maybe will last forever, or maybe this watching has come to its end. But you ought to know, where is your heart, and where is your, your soul. Where are they? This watching maybe will last forever, or maybe this watching has come to its end. But you ought to know, where is your heart, and where is your soul. O… This watching maybe will last forever, or maybe this watching has come to its end. But you ought to know, where is your heart, and where is your, your soul. This watching maybe will last forever, or maybe this watching has come to its end. But you ought to know, where is your heart, and where is your, your soul. This watching maybe will last forever, or maybe this watching has come to its end. But you ought to know, where is your heart, and where is your soul. O… Where are they?
from “The Sighing of the Almighty” in The Word Appears in the Flesh
Eastern Lightning, The Church of Almighty God was created because of the appearance and work of Almighty God, the second coming of the Lord Jesus, Christ of the last days. It is made up of all those who accept Almighty God's work in the last days and are conquered and saved by His words. It was entirely founded by Almighty God personally and is led by Him as the Shepherd. It was definitely not created by a person. Christ is the truth, the way, and the life. God's sheep hear God's voice. As long as you read the words of Almighty God, you will see God has appeared.
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Taken from Shahid Smrity Hall, BUET, Dhaka, Bangladesh.
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Vous existez en moi
You exist in me
Usted existe en mi
"Como em toda primavera nascem flores
Pra mimar jardim"
Der Große Tiergarten in Berlin ist eine zentral im Ortsteil Tiergarten des Bezirks Mitte gelegene Parkanlage, die sich auf 210 Hektar (2,1 km²) erstreckt. Einige breite Straßen durchschneiden den Park; sie kreuzen sich am Großen Stern, in dessen Mitte die Siegessäule steht. Ein erster Tiergarten wurde schon 1527 an anderer Stelle angelegt, nämlich in der Nähe des Berliner Schlosses, westlich der Berliner Stadtmauer. Das kleine Gebiet wurde seit 1530 nach Westen und Norden hin durch Zukäufe erweitert, bis zu den Grenzen des heutigen Tiergartens und darüber hinaus. Man setzte Wildtiere aus und hinderte sie durch Zäune daran, auf die umliegenden Äcker zu entweichen. Das Gelände diente als Jagdrevier der Kurfürsten von Brandenburg. Als die Stadt Berlin wuchs, wurde das Jagdgebiet nach und nach verkleinert. Friedrich der Große schätzte die Jagd nicht. 1742 gab er den Auftrag, die Zäune niederreißen zu lassen und den Tiergarten zu einem barocken Lustpark für die Bevölkerung umzugestalten. Ab 1818 gestaltete ihn Peter Joseph Lenné zu einem Landschaftspark nach englischem Vorbild um. In der Form, die Lenné ihm gegeben hatte, bestand der Park nahezu unverändert bis zur Mitte des 20. Jahrhunderts. Im Zweiten Weltkrieg wurde der Tiergarten durch Luftangriffe der Alliierten schwer beschädigt. Unmittelbar nach Kriegsende diente die Ost-West-Achse zeitweise als Flugpiste, auf der Siegessäule war ein Kontrollposten stationiert. In der Nachkriegszeit wurden Bäume und Sträucher aufgrund des Kohlemangels verheizt, auf den freien Flächen wurden Kartoffeln und Gemüse angebaut, eine offiziell von den britischen Besatzungstruppen genehmigte vorübergehende Nutzung: es entstanden etwa 2550 Parzellen. Von ehemals rund 200.000 Bäumen standen noch etwa 700. Die Gewässer waren verschlammt, alle Brücken zerstört, die Denkmäler umgestürzt und beschädigt. Am 2. Juli 1945 beschloss der Magistrat von Berlin die Wiederherstellung des Großen Tiergartens.
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Großer Tiergarten "Great Animal Garden") in Berlin is a park centrally located in the Tiergarten district of the Mitte borough, covering 210 hectares (2.1 km²). Several wide streets cut through the park; they intersect at the Großer Stern, in the centre of which stands the Victory Column. A first Animal Garden was laid out elsewhere as early as 1527, near the Berlin Palace, to the west of the Berlin city wall. From 1530 onwards, the small area was extended to the west and north by acquisitions, up to and beyond the boundaries of today's Großer Tiergarten. Wild animals were released and prevented by fences from escaping to the surrounding fields. The area served as a hunting ground for the Electors of Brandenburg. As the city of Berlin grew, the hunting ground was gradually reduced. Frederick the Great did not appreciate hunting. In 1742 he ordered the fences to be torn down and the Tiergarten to be transformed into a Baroque pleasure park for the people. From 1818, Peter Joseph Lenné redesigned it into a landscape park based on the English model. In the form that Lenné had given it, the park existed almost unchanged until the middle of the 20th century. During the Second World War, the GroßerTiergarten was severely damaged by Allied air raids. In the post-war period, trees and shrubs were burned in the peoples' homes due to the lack of coal, and potatoes and vegetables were grown on the vacant land, a temporary use officially approved by the British occupation forces: about 2550 plots were created. Only about 700 of the former 200,000 trees were left standing. The waters were silted up, all bridges destroyed, the monuments overturned and damaged. On 2 July 1945, the Berlin City Administration decided to restore the Großer Tiergarten.
"No matter where I sleep, you are haunting me"
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I cannot tell you how many times I had to return to this same spot of river to reshoot this image. Some days it would be warm and there'd be hoards of families picnicing and splashing in the water, other times I'd be stood up to my neck in freezing river and at the end of it, the images just weren't working. I had no one to model for me and I felt always like I was running out of time, what with summer coming to an end. But I kept coming back because I knew what I wanted to make was worth it. So here's to resilience (and hot baths)!
Existen varias leyendas populares acerca del origen de las pasionarias. Una de ellas cuenta que Mburucuyá (también «Mburukujá») era una muchacha española que se había enamorado de un aborigen guaraní, con quien se veía a escondidas. El padre de la muchacha, un militar, jamás hubiese aceptado esa relación con un hereje enemigo y, por otro lado, ya había decidido que su hija debía casarse con un joven capitán español. Al enterarse de la relación de su hija, decidió asesinar al muchacho guaraní. Mburucuyá, presa del dolor, se hundió en el corazón una flecha de plumas, la cual quedó sobre su pecho como una flor y cayó sobre el cuerpo de su amado muerto. Tiempo después, en ese trágico sitio nació una planta nunca vista hasta entonces, la cual fue denominada mburucuyá.
La imaginación popular ve en la extraña flor de las pasionarias varios de los atributos que caracterizan el episodio de la pasión de Cristo. Así, se puede entrever la corona de espinas que le pusieron en la cabeza, los tres clavos con que fue fijado a la cruz, las cinco llagas que laceraron su cuerpo y las cuerdas con que lo ataron. El fruto pequeño y anaranjado, encierra unas semillas rojizas que se interpretan como las gotas de sangre coagulada que brotaron de las heridas del santo cuerpo.
Existir es un acto de supremo desapego, de olvidar lo que somos y lo que hemos sido, de dejar atrás aquello que olvidamos y sabemos recordar. Existir es dejar sobre el pavimento una cerveza vacía, el cuerpo deshilachado. Existir es saber que ella llega, lo besa, la olvidas y todo eso valió la pena...
“The great art of life is the sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.” - Lord Byron
Note:
Claudiney is one among 15.000 lost children still roaming the streets of São Paulo.
It is in deepest regret and sadness that I inform you of Roney's cold-blooded murder on the early morning hours of January 15th. May he find peace wherever his journey has taken him.......
IMPORTANT NOTE:
On June 27th. we also lost our beloved Claudiney.