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The bark makes a sharp contrast in the streak at left. I'm curious to see a natural-edge bowl turned from a larger chunk of this wood.
I went to see this with the girl who convinced me, it was absolutely absurd in the theater. The dvd was much better accompanied with the directors comments and cut scenes. It all made sense after the second viewing.
Once we were at our anchorage the kids were in and out of the water all day. They also took turns in a canoe that came with the raft house.
Naam rented a raft house one Sunday to take the kids for a day on the water.
We were in Sangkhlaburi from Saturday, February 2nd to Friday, February 22.
For the 2013 Spring Festival holiday time we went to Thailand again (Jan 30 - Feb 27). This visit was primarily to spend time with our friend, Naam, and meet the 20 + children she cares for close to the Thai-Burmese (Myanmar ) border in Sangkhlaburi.
cut-up's cânone fantástico. (2018-2020)
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alejandra pizarnik
poemas "vagar en lo opaco" y "reminiscencias quirománticas", del libro "la tierra más ajena" (1955). consultado y reproducido de "poesÃa completa" (2016).
diana morán garay
poema "convicción de golondrinas", del libro "reflexiones junto a tu piel - poemas del exÃlio" (1972-1979)
enriqueta ochoa
poemas "IV" y "V", del libro "las vÃrgenes terrestres" (1972). consultado y reproducido del sitio 'material de lectura UNAM'.
mcCains oven chips.reordered.
The detournement of the billboard advertising becomes a propaganda technique that emphasises the obsolescence and devaluation of such advertising. It is propaganda only in its attempts to show advertising as propaganda.
After unloading the second batch, and carrying hauls 1 and 2 behind the gate, this was all that was left as aftermath. In this time period, the cat that visits me almost daily stopped by again, and did her usual thing of disregarding personal safety to constantly be underneath the huge limbs I was carrying and stacking, sniffing them as I strained to lower them carefully to the ground without dropping them on her head. However, a few moments later she came out from behind the gate walking oddly. She somehow hurt her back right foot badly enough that she wouldn't put any pressure on it, hopping on 3 legs. It wasn't the limbs. Nothing fell on her. I think maybe she hurt it earlier, and it just manifested as she was prowling around my yard. I've not known whether she was a stray, so I carefully picked her up - she gently allowed it - and slowly walked her next door, the direction from which she always appears. I've never met the next-door-neighbors, but I couldn't just leave my little friend in pain.
A man answered and said it was indeed his cat. Her name is "Abby." I've been calling her Underfoot, or sometimes Mozilla (mom wanted to name her Mozilla Firefox :), or sweetie, or sweetheart, or 'little one,' and a whole bunch of other cuteness-inspired names. I told him I loved her visits, but that today she seemed hurt for reasons unknown. He told me he'd get her to the vet, and I felt relief as the trouble was handed over to him, literally, as I handed her over into his arms. Hopefully it is his cat, and he isn't some kind of cat-eater person.