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Inspirational messages which have been written on seashells in Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, Canada.
write your message to the new president elect and post in this group A Message for Obama
he does have a flickr account, Barack Obama, so you never know - he might read it one day (he does after all have 2 months until he starts his new job)
The Message is about breaking though, of awareness, of new beginnings. Elements taken from both the beautiful Land around the IONS Earthrise center in Petaluma, CA, and from my dreams.
Behind the scenes of the newly opened Christmas market: this message: "Do what you love", but the secret to contentment is definitely: 'Love what you do'!
As the game progresses, the loading screens start sending you very interesting messages, visually and/or in writing.
A runner with a nice sense of humor, he was actually just walking his dog when our paths crossed. He was glad his shirt had given me a laugh and he was happy to pause for a quick photo. He said he had the shirt made up as a joke. We both agreed that beautiful, mild days like today are a real bonus in November.
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“Grandma, we love you and we are sorry.” All I could think of is some kids misbehaved while playing at the park and grandma got after them. It is cute.
listening to Blur's "trouble in the message center" for hours will do this to you.
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70.59.B 1 message drop parachute; Carried by Captain Reuben Fleet in pilot's training; Irvin Parachute stamped on front; Parachute is white and stored inside brown and green bag; Bag is held closed by a rip cord-Image from the SDASM Curatorial Collection.Note: This material may be protected by Copyright Law (Title 17 U.S.C.)--Repository: San Diego Air and Space Museum
Although this pay phone is kaput, it didn't stop folk from putting up their announcements!
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We are changing our Internet provider which will involve Internet, TV and phone. This is suppose to happen on Thursday, Oct. 17th, and because we live in a very wooded rural area, and involves laying new cable, we might be only off for the day .. or maybe longer.. fingers crossed!!! So if I'm not on flickr. that will be the reason.
from Aokigahara Suicide Forest V3 | VBS Newsroom | VBS.TV
The Aokigahara Forest is the most popular site for suicides in Japan.
"...A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life but
Love can break your hear...
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world...
I hope that someone gets my...
Message in a bottle, yeah..."
The Police - Message In A Bottle
SNOWY OWL’S MESSAGE
A voice was speaking
that does not talk
A voice was building
the vernacular to express
...something... deeper than still
louder than noise
and hidden as night
The language of the heart
is the sound of pure light
The symantics of the soul
is geared only for flight
The one who was silent
can now be heard
For in the silence
a beacon was sent
A signal received
By the sentinel of the muse
The one whose curse it was
to grant dark wishes
Finally at last
heard a tribunal call
From the purest, most loving
voices of all
The angels were speaking,
right through the hum
in their language of still
that sounds like an om
The currents were carried
not in the mind field
but straight through
the field of dreams
into reality came crashing
the wave
and some coming ashore
from their exile at sea
are making their way
up the beach to the tree
Climbing higher
and finding the good view
From bottom to top,
and down again soon
You were silent for a reason
And the reason defies all logic
For love has a voice,
that begins in the soul
And can only be heard by those
who are silently watching,
...listening, ….walking
A foreigner in a strange land
Can now finally sing
and play and dance
You were silent for a reason
You were silent
for a reason
You were silent for
a reason
And not to borrow from a song...
but the reason
is you.