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Today marked the fourth anniversary of the passing of my SIL, Elias. Hot air balloons were decorated by the girls with messages and then sent skyward.
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"Hearts and Minds" was the theme for this display, which featured comments from members of the public and their experiences of Swansea.
It was also tied in with a discount card scheme offered by many of Swansea's traders.
Pigeon and message sending stuff in the Imperial War Museum in London. This was taken about 25 years ago but they still may have it displayed.
Those who know me know that I HATE HATE HATE AND LOATHE text messages ... Especially ones that are about nonsense .. If I ever send one (and it's rare that I do) send one it's of importance ...
I personally feel that in some if not most situations it is easier to pick up the phone and call me rather than texting .. Sorry that's just me
Message of Mercy sings the first Sabbath afternoon at the 2010 world business session of the Seventh-day Adventist Church. [Photo: Gerry Chudleigh]
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I like who I am, I like what I like, I like who I am when I am liking what I like. I listen to Panda Bear and feel myself crawling inside myself when my sun starts growing. I want to live in places that have hardwood floors and windows where plants can thrive. The bottles breathe themselves and swallow whole for good mornings. We transmogrify into what we’ve always wanted. Circles the square. Clouds and suns. Moons and stars. Dream me and I’ll promise to hold you close. Caps and bowls of dog food circling on the floor, waiting for fulfillment.
Loops at some arbitrary BPM in the middle of the night.
I don’t understand her, she is not from here, not from this place. Low pass filters and tube amps? Touching, we brush past on our way to the bed and warm sheets. Skin on skin and closeness, it curls and bends, feelings and sinkings. We reach out to find what we crave, the one thing we exist for. What else, really? Finding, solving. There is no other solution. The arbitrary variable can change all it likes but the derivative doesn’t care, it just eliminates anything not in terms of x.