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Remember me when the candle lights're gleaming
Remember me at the close of a long long day
It would be so sweet when all alone I'm dreaming
Just to know you still remember me.
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Hair- Lelutka
Skin- Pink Fuel
Outfit- Social Vintage
Shoes- Redgrave
~When You Admire all the Wonderful Things that "GOD"
has Made- just Remember......'YOU ARE ONE OF THEM'.~
skin applier: [theSkinnery] Francesca (Catwa Applier)
head: CATWA HEAD Catya
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SL11年目になっても、アバターの方向性がまったく定まらないYukaChocoです。
いいじゃないですか。なんでもなれるのがSLですもの。hehehe
いま、なんか詰め込みたい欲が強く
ずーっとずーっと本とか読んだり、何かを見たりしてる。
そういう時期なんだなあ。
We will carry the laughter and silly times she instilled in us over the years and continue to tell her stories.
You were a good bean, Kanj.
Hold your friends tight.
Tell them you love them.
We never have long enough.
If you would like to share your memories and stories of Kanje, you can do so here.
Visit La Saucisserie.
Especially the warm sunny rays; it's freezing in North Texas, the polar vortex got all the way down here.
Since I'm injured-lateral epicondylitis, I'm back in the archives; another shot in the series of the first visual record of a sea otter (Enhydra lutris) interacting with a dead horn shark(Heterodontus francisci) ; Morro Bay; CA; USA; 20201110;
This shot is of an abandoned home on a closed Army base. I found it intriguing that the curtains were still hanging in the window as if the occupants just vanished.
Where first time I see u, where the sun slanting through the splendid flower ... where I remember the day of love.
Watching the Lancaster flypast here at Sheringham's 40's weekend. I thought we should remember those that didn't return.
So with maybe a little artistic license. 🤔
I've hear a lot of hard luck stories in the past 36 hours. Random interactions with cabbies and short order cooks. People out of jobs, down on their luck, and low on faith. This guy, who mumbled "canyouspare" with such a thick Indian accent that it sounded like a ritual chant, stopped me in my tracks. When he saw me with the camera he stopped his lilting repetitions and shouted, "TAKE MY PICTURE!" Loud. So loud people -- New Yorkers -- up & down the block stopped and held their breath for a second. I stared at him, trying to determine whether he meant to stick a "DON'T" in front of that order. And then he said, "I just want to be remembered. Take it."
And I gave him the change in my pocket.
Explored!
my dad was 20 in this picture... he served in WWII in the pacific as a member of the us army air corp which would eventually become the us air force.... in the pacific, he was the flight engineer on a b29... i believe he is pictured here with a b17... handsome young fellow too...
when ant and i visited him this weekend, he was in grand spirits... he talked to ant about school... the importance of an education.... good stuff... sometimes that sharp young man still shows himself...
see this set for my dad's story...
We planted this flower a couple of years ago to honour the passing of this beautiful girl. We can't remember the name of the flower, but will never forget, Muffy, who travelled to many places across North America from the time when she could fit into the small area above the steering well
I’ll disappear in the fog as a foreigner to all life, as a human island detached from the dream of the sea, as a uselessly existing ship that floats on the surface of everything
Remembering... when Memorial Day was called Decoration Day... and we used to weave red, white and blue crepe paper streamers through the spokes of our bikes, and Dad would march in the parade with his baseball team, wearing that green and white satiny PAL shirt, and we would sit in front of the house and wave to him, and later, we would march too, with the Girl Scouts, and one year, I got to carry the flag .... and people alongside the parade route would hand out little American flags... and we would eat red, white and blue popsicles...
More importantly, as we head into this Memorial Day weekend, don't forget to remember what it is really all about. We remember, we will never forget.... all the brave American heroes that gave the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom. Thank you.
Built a little cyber alien avi thinking of a dear friend I lost a year ago today... This was one of her most favorite things in SL. I miss her creativity, but most of all I just miss her. I miss you Sam ♥
During those first horrible days…during those early numbing weeks…during those initial months where there seems to be no bottom to the depths of your pain, it seems that desperate sadness has always been with you, and always will be with you. It’s hard to imagine a world in which grief isn’t all encompassing.
But, love comes before grief.
It seems that the pain of grief is the strongest emotion you’ve ever felt. It’s not.
Grief is merely an echo of the louder love that came before. Grief is no more than a paler reflection of the vivid love you felt initially.
Grief is but a shadow. Sometimes an infinitely dark, black shadow with sheer edges that cut you from the rest of the world. But remember, there is no shadow without light, and the brighter the source the more defined the line of shade. The initial bright love inside of you, and is still there now.
“Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow; but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief, and heals them.”
Know that as painful as the grief may be at a given moment, that emotion can never be stronger than the love that was there first; that love is still there, and can be a source of strength.
Love comes before grief…
…And love will be there after.
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