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The Story Bridge lit in beautiful red ❤
I haven't been to this vantage point for a while. I couldn't resist visiting this vantage point again on this given evening, because the bridge was lit in beautiful red ❤
“John knew the best love stories were the ones that were never told. For no medium—no book, no poem, no play or movie—could ever tell a love story in its entirety, its full span and depth, from the exhilarating beginning to the tragic ending of all love stories. He didn’t mind if his life was forgotten—it had never occurred to him to want to be remembered—as long as he had truly lived, and to live life without experiencing one great love story was to not live at all.”
― Ray Smith, The Magnolia That Bloomed Unseen
Analogica, Fujica ST 701 ( 1970 ), Helios 44-4 58 mm F 2.0, Kodak color plus 200 asa sviluppo con Tetenal.
Chilling with my bb ... he tells me funny stories all the time :D
Taken at Sunny's Studio
Background & Pose: Meanwhile
♬ ♬...There's nowhere we need to be
No, no, no
I'ma get to know you better
Kinda hope we're here forever
There's nobody on these streets
If you told me that the world's ending
Ain't no other way that I could spend it
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Got all this time in my hands
Might as well cancel our plans (yeah)
I could stay here forever...♬ ♬
Green story
TP: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Green%20story/191/189/62
Chancellor - Walking In The Rain
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tyX5XodD0rg
I hope these tears will stop someday
Someday I will collect this fisherman
The warm sunlight will dry these tears, my tired face
Feeling tired little by little
I want to throw it all away, I'm tired of my old dreams
than have
I have too many things that I lack
every time you feel
My legs are losing strength, so they won't give me
I hope these tears will stop someday
Someday I will clear this darkness
I hope the sad sunshine will dry these tears
My friend comforting me saying that it will be okay
Every day makes me a little afraid
I say believe in me, but I can't believe it
Now I don't know how long I can last
If you wait, it will come someday
As the sun rises even when the night passes
Even my aching heart will be healed someday
help me now
Heaven help me please
overcome by myself
Zashimi is disappearing more and more
Someday (someday) I hope these tears will stop
Someday, this darkness will be lifted
I hope the warm (warm) sunshine will dry these tears
(Please dry these tears)
If you wait, it will come someday (Someday, someday..)
Even when the night goes down, just like the sun rises (as the sun rises)
Even my aching heart will get better someday
(Everything will get better someday)
someday...
someday...
Every flower recorded its stories… Capturing flower is the way to release yourself. 😉
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Analogica, Pentax S1A ( 1963 ) priva di esposimetro, Super Takumar 50 mm F 1.4, Kodak color plus 200 asa, sviluppo con Tetenal.
Traveling is quite limited in these days, time to check the old files. Today I picked a shot from one of my business trips to Gent, Belgium. Wonderful atmosphere, I enjoyed my stay deeply.
I want to clarify that the photos are not chronological. It wasn't meant to be one single story but multiple stories. However, if you want to use your imagination to fill the gaps to make a coherent story, by all means :).
Symbiose admirable entre ces arbres et ces roches qui s'unissent pour vous livrer ce décor merveilleux!
Initially, the village church of Pierreclos was next to the castle. You can still see it today: a beautiful Romanesque tower dating from the 12th century, within the walls of the castle (on the left of the castle on the photo) . This is all that remains of the original church, as its nave was burnt down during the Wars of Religion in the 16th century. When the village was built at the foot of the hill on which the castle lays, the villagers wanted to have their own church in the village. The Romanesque tower within the castle walls then became a private chapel. The current church of the village was erected between 1771 and 1779, It replaced a first church closed in 1735 which threatened to collapse.
In the photo, we can make out a third church in the distance behind the castle. This is the church of Serrière, It dates from the 13th century.
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Histoires d'églises
Initialement, l'église du village de Pierreclos était à côté du château. On la voit encore de nos jours : une belle tour romane qui date du 12ème siècle, dans l'enceinte du château (sur la gauche du château sur la photo). C'est tout ce qui reste de l'église d'origine, car sa nef a été incendiée pendant les guerres de religion au 16ème siècle. Lorsque le village s'est construit au pied de la colline sur lequel se trouve le château, les villageois ont voulu avoir leur propre église dans le village. La tour romane dans l'enceinte du château est alors devenue une chapelle privée. L'église actuelle du village fut érigée entre 1771 et 1779, elle a remplacé une première église fermée en 1735 qui menaçait de s'effondrer.
Sur la photo, on devine au loin derrière le château une 3ème église. C'est l'église de Serrière, elle date du 13ème siècle
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Pierreclos - South Burgundy - France / Pierreclos - Bourgogne du Sud - France
She turned to chapter thirteen of her story,
Her favorite chapter of them all,
A guardian angel so unique,
Hardly ever spoken about,
Your memories are what she guards,
Deciding when it was right to shelve some, shove some in drawers or bring out some in tsunami waves,
She is the culprit who releases butterflies in your stomach,
Sometime she is mischievous,
Sometimes she can be cruel,
But most of the time she is sincere,
Memories can be fragile,
If shaken, it can shatter and break,
Time adds more and more,
But also takes away what it gave,
It's difficult to puzzle the pieces back together,
There are things you need to remember to be able to forget...
A Creation Story in Brusho watercolor crystals, pastels, and colored pencils on Arches 9x12" coldpressed. Welcome to chaos!
My thanks to Explore for adding this to Nov 17 2016!!
It is not a story of single page
life is nothig but living on the Edge.
Stand along the thunder storm
don't care what the world says,
make the hell your new home
live the life in your own ways.
Get that spirit at any stage
life is nothing but living on the Edge
Don't follow the world
you are not blind,
create a new way &
let the world walk behind
Ask youself for freedom or cage
life is nothing but living on the Edge
Dry up the tears in your eye
hide the pain behind your smiles
you are alive my man, no matter
happiness is away miles.
Nightmare passes without damage
life is nothing but living on the Edge
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Taken at The Blade Runner Sim.
Calle Jaen is also known for has stories that will chill your bones. This street encloses scary stories about ghosts, elfs and a dead widower, who are claimed to have be seen by drunk people who wander there at night.
Credit @ Raindale in The Arcade Gacha (June 1 - 30th)
"Somerstory gacha "
Rare - Raindale - Somerstory pavillion CM
Raindale - Somerstory lantern with stand CM
Raindale - Somerstory pool 2 CM
Raindale - Somerstory vase (brown) CM
Raindale - Somerstory vase (black) CM
Raindale - Somerstory fountain CM
Credit @ Little branch
Tree : LB_NorwaySpruceTree{Animated}*4Seasons
Fem : Sway's [Osmunda] Fern . D dark by Sway's
Landscape item by :Fanatik Architecture
:Fanatik Architecture: Lofoten C
:Fanatik Architecture: SKELLIG Mountain
Pathway by {moss&mink}
{moss&mink} Valerie Pathways - Staircase
{moss&mink} Valerie Pathways - 4 Junction
{moss&mink} Valerie Pathways - Short
{moss&mink} Valerie Pathways - Corner
{moss&mink} Valerie Pathways - Long
(Picture and story different earnings though)
Few years ago my moms friend moved back to our hometown. I call her auntie. Soon after auntie moved back she found out that her middle school teacher (who then was in her eighties) lived two blocks down the street.
The teacher had never been married and did not have children of her own. She lived alone by herself and had a hired helpers who came during different hours of the day to do the household chores.
Auntie then decided that she would visit her teacher every Sunday rain or shine and spend the day with her. This became their thing and went on for a few years. Three years ago I had the pleasure of meeting this sweet lady in her home. She offered me sweets and snacks and was so happy to have a new visitor. Her eyes sparkled with joy.
The same year one Sunday when auntie was visiting her, the teacher complained of a slight chest pain. The ambulance was called and she was rushed into the emergency room. On the way to the emergency room, the teacher held my auntie's hand and said thank for being there for me. She then took off the diamond earrings that she was wearing handed it over to my auntie and said this is a little token of my appreciation for everything that you have done for me over the years dear, I want you to have it. Later that day she died of an heart attack.
I cant get over the fact that in the midst of the pain and chaos the teacher took the time to thank auntie for her kindness and how much she cherished those Sunday visits.
This is the sweetest story I have ever heard of inheritance.