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I'm surprised the car dealership that is in front of the old Target didn't buy this space. That Target could've made a huge showroom.
不知道從什麼時候開始,躺下到進入睡眠前的這段時間竟然變得如此的難熬,從不斷變換自覺最舒服的姿勢到數著一二三四,越是想讓自己放鬆就越是清醒,到後來病態的偶爾吞下安眠藥或是灌下幾杯酒,像抖煙灰一樣焦慮的時刻,腦中浮現那些寂寞的時候爬上的那些陌生的床,總是好睡得多了。胸腔還是悶悶的,時間一分一秒地過著,
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(SOOC) Taken with the Apple iPhone.
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and if it's all a lie, the truth's not far behind
we could try to live right for the moment
From the Scott Pilgrim Soundtrack, listen?
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5/17/2013, 137/365
Today is the 40th Anniversary of Endangered Species Day, so Pony decided to hang out with Polar and Panda. More information is located here: www.nwf.org/Eco-Schools-USA/Become-an-Eco-School/Pathways...
Pudding Camera: Fantasy-Vivid
5/29/2014: Somehow I tore/strained my calf muscle this afternoon and had to go to the ER. I came home with this brace to help me recover and walk. Doc says that I need to wear this for at least 5 days. Hopefully it will heal up quickly.
Pudding Camera: Fantasy-Dazzle
One of my high school students, Ernesto, said he wanted to bring flowers for all of the girls in class on Valentine's Day. What a sweet gesture!
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I really didn't have time to take a photo this day since I spent ten hours travelling.
iPhone shot.
SOOC.
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Harp and a Monkey playing at the Folk Police Recordings showcase in the Scout Hut at the Leigh on Sea Folk Festival 30th June 2013
Dedicated to an old friend, who lost her unborn child today.
A Thousand Winds That Blow
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
~ Mary Elizabeth Frye