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Amazing sim So beautiful .....
Surrounded by trees that were mere small saplings when it was built, only the traces of a worn path to the barn remains to give evidence of its former vitality. Sometimes looking into the face of an older person can give a stately hint of the significance they once played in their family, community and sometimes, far beyond.
how I know it must be raining even when I don't know it's raining.
we keep a towel by the sliding glass door.
doggies tell me by their traces.
[you should see the sheets]
#71 Explore on 11/19/08 - my highest ever :)
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Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much.
-Helen Keller
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2.DOUX – Artemis hairstyle
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3.HERA – Spring Fling Bento Pose Set.
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..et un soupçon sonore..
Tu chantes et au soleil, dans le ciel de ton chant,
Tout le froment du jour s'égrène dans ta voix,
La parole des pins naît de leur langue verte:
Les oiseaux de l'hiver ont commencé leurs trilles.
Les caves de la mer se remplissent de pas,
Et de cloches, de chaînes et de gémissements,
Et tinte la ferraille et tintent les chaudrons,
Au bruit retentissant des roues des caravanes.
Mais je n'écoute que ta voix et elle monte,
Ta voix, de son vol aussi précis que la flèche,
Elle descend, ta voix, grave comme la pluie;
Alors éparpillant de très hautes épées,
Elle revient, ta voix et chargée de violettes
Elle monte avec moi à la fin dans le ciel.
P. Neruda