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I write this with a heavy heart. The last couple of years have found me with a progressively debilitating spinal column and joint problems. If it were just me, I would never ask, but I have 2 young daughters that look to me for support, so I have to swallow my pride...
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Gargoyle Cat - TS2 . LR PS-3
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Paperback writer (paperback writer)
Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write, will you take a look?
It's based on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job
So I wanna be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
It's a dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging wife doesn't understand
His son is working for the Daily Mail
It's a steady job
But he wants to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback writer (paperback writer)
It's a thousand pages, give or take a few
I'll be writing more in a week or two
I could make it longer if you like the style
I can change it 'round
And I wanna be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
If you really like it you can have the rights
It could make a million for you overnight
If you must return it you can send it here
But I need a break
And I wanna be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul McCartney
Picture taken @ the studio
“ your voice, your mind your story your vision. So write and draw and play and dance and live as only you can.”
"I′m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white"
White Christmas - Bing Crosby
Head: LeL Evo X
Body: e-Body REBORN
Hair: DOUX - Iki hairstyle [BLOGGER PACK]
Eyes: IKON Trust Eyes - Arcane Pack @ Kinky Event
Outfit:
SCANDALIZE YANNA SET FATPACK
Pantyhose: DEAD DOLL - Maree Pantyhose - Fatpack
Stockings: Lunar - Nora Panties & Stockings - All Colors
Jewllery: [AlternatiVe]
Made at Sunny's Studio:
BG: Sexy Girl - Fa - Fo - (1 - 5) First Snow
Verona, Italy
You will need to read my write-up to understand why this is my first posting from our trip to Verona, Lake Garda and Venice.
The day started with a 3:15am alarm clock to allow for last minute checks (did you pack this, where's my thingy, did you turn the water off, are the windows locked, you know the usual last minute panics!), before the taxi arrived at 4:15am to take us to the airport. The journey went quickly and even the check-in, drop-off and passport control went like clockwork (an unexpected bonus and allowed for in Mrs R's excellent planning). Even the flight with Monarch went exceptionally well and we landed bang on time at 10:10am local time at Verona airport. Mrs R had costed all options for getting to our hotel and considering everything was going splendidly we threw caution to the wind and jumped in a local taxi.
Here the fun begins...
If it's a stereotype about Italian driving and Italian taxi drivers in particularly, then our driver was going to live up to this mantel. Queue jumping, lane changing, overtaking, undertaking, tail gating, and late braking were all part of his repertoire. Oh I forgot speed... the roads we travelled on were 70-90km/h but I clocked him at 130-140km/h as often as he could and more alarming... every warning light on his dashboard glowed permanently: engine management light, brakes, oil level indicator, the list goes on! I'm not saying we got to the hotel in record time but I think we arrived on the Friday having left Manchester on the Saturday. I wasn't sure whether to pay him in Euros or Liras as I couldn't determine how far back in time we had travelled - do De Loren's come in white?
Now at the hotel, my plans took over from Mrs Rs. Bags through the door, a quick change and hit those streets and sights of Verona. I had checked my TPE on my phone and knew the first major shot would be Ponte Pietra as the sun was in a good position for a classic sunset shot over the bridge, besides I knew Mark Waidson would be following in my footsteps to Verona and Venice and he's the master of dramatic skies so the pressure was on!!!
I was surprised at how busy Verona was, not with overseas tourists but Italians having their own "staycations". After an hour or two of wandering the streets and main tourist areas we decided to have a break for lunch and a glass or two of wine, as one must when holidaying in Italy! After lunch I suggested we head to the Ponte Pietra for a recky of the bridge for the first night's shot. The obvious route was up through the main tourist areas - Casa di Giuletta, Piazza delle Erbe and Piazza dei Signori before reaching the bridge at its south side... my heart sank! I expected to see tourists crossing it and taking photos from it but the sight of 20 gazebos standing tall high above the stone sides from one side to the other kind of rained on my parade or as I would have put it "pissed on m' chips". Mrs R, ever the optimist suggested I stick to my game plan and revisit in the evening in the hope of said gazebos not being there.
Well, they were there - all bloody 20 of them!
I setup my camera and tripod and waited as sunset time approached... 7:18pm - still they stood.
Then hope played her hand and one by one, they started to come down - 19, 15, 12, 10. 7:42pm - 8 left standing, but still they clung on to spoil the day. Sunset time was approaching fast at 7:47pm and 3 remained, most frustrating of all - right in the centre of the shot, at the apex of the bridge!
My heart sank for a second time that day as the sun set behind the buildings with nothing more to show than a few whispers of clouds showing any hint of colour. 7:58pm - the last gazebo laughed in my face and then bang on cue at 8:00pm disappeared behind the stone walls of the bridge still chuckling to itself having thwarted another photographer's efforts. I was about to pack up when Mrs R noticed the change in the previously featureless clouds behind the distant churches of San Giorgio in Braida and Chiese di San Giorgio in Braida.
Timed at 8:04pm... almost 17 hours after leaving home and my first planned shot of the holiday. The moral of the story is...
Nature and the world don't run to your timetable and you have to make the best of what's in front of you. So this is it, probably the only time I will visit Verona and the Ponte Pietra.
Well..... I guess it's my turn to do the 25 facts! This might take a while... xD
1) My real name is Penny
2) I really don't care for people making fun of my name, unless I know them well. Once this guy I hardly knew said "Hey Penny, if I pick you up, will I get lucky?" I wanted to slap him. >.>
3) I have a bunch of scars on my chest from BR surgery. If you have a busty problem, I highly recommend it. That surgery changed my life :)
4) I love to sing, but I'm not the best singer.
5) I love to dance, and I'm very good but I need to lose weight to get better~
6) Acting is one of my passions, and I'm regarded as one of (if not) the best female actors in the school.
7) I love to write, and create odd and unusual stories! I'm especially good with horror and thrillers.
8) I don't think I'm ugly or fat... I just think I look better from different angles ;D
9) I am a major shopaholic, online and in malls! Shopping always makes me feel better when I'm sad:D
10) If you can believe it, I come from a first nations background!
11) I'm a major gleek! (though I don't show it too often) My favourite characters are Artie, Kurt, and Blaine.:D
12) Surprisingly, I don't have a best friend. Just lots of close-ish friends :)
13) I have tons of collections! Pullip, Re-Ment, tokidoki, jewelery, pinky:st, Monster High, ugly dolls and many more!
14) I keep almost all my boxes from my collections! They're stacked in an enourmous, heaping pile on my headboard/shelf.
15) Every one of my pullips/dals have a piece of my personality in them~
16) My parents are divorced. I live my my Mom, but I see my Dad twice a week. He lives with his girlfriend and her kids/parents. I wouldn't have it any other way, too, because I know my parents are happier this way :D
17) I've been to many places, Washington, New York (my favourite so far!), Hawaii, and California. I reeeeaally want to go to London, though! It's my dream~
18) I wish I had the courage to take photos of my dolls outside in public, but I'm afraid of what people will think >_<
19) I really want to add a BJD, another Taeyang, and a mini-me pullip to my collections this year :3
20) I love BOYS!!! :DD
21) I'm obsessed with Welch's Fruit Snacks right now... So delicious! (And slightly nutritious?)
22) I'm not a big fan of ice cream, it always makes me sick X(
23) Even though I'm chubby, I love exercise! It always makes me feel happy~ Unfortunately, I'm usually too busy for it :(
24) I love all my friends here on flikr and in the dolly community! I don't have many friends IRL, so I love chatting with you guys on here and looking at your awesome pictures! ^--^
25) I've done this sooo many times now... Hopefully it works!
WOW! Great news... My little film just hit over 2000 views in 10 days... that's phenomenal for showing an art film on YouTube.... Happy Happy...
love [me] tender, a film by mary bogdan
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ge6stQVsOOw
This series of intimate self-portraits has been a long time coming... it was my sister who was the "pretty one", the "thin one"... I grew up in her shadow... I was her little sister... never able to be mom's "favorite"... These are painful thoughts, years of feeling self-loathing... today I took these photos of myself with love & forgiveness, & thoughts of "I am beautiful"... chubby, but beautiful...
My heritage was my sense of myself as a "fat person"... not quite worthy of beauty & love. Feeling deep pains as I write this... but today is the day I fight back & say "It's OK to be fat"... It's beautiful if you feel beautiful inside, if you are loved deeply by a wonderful man & if you love yourself enough to forgive yourself for being "fat"...
I think these photos of myself are full of love & beauty... that's how I feel about [ME]... today.
SleepyOwl says: Oh, yes, the depth of the music layering really complements the depth of your personal revelatory journeying... You are so generous, Mary, to invite us to witness this transmutation of sorrow and painful memories. The video felt like an exorcism viewed through a kaleidoscope with its richness of shapes and colors, and at other moments there was the simple purity of free-fall flight -- into healing... I played the video a bunch of times -- first with the sound only, then with only the images, then integrated. Then on the fourth viewing I was struck with the message of the universality and the complexity and the power and the joy of human sensuality.
For Macro Mondays theme; "Egg".
A pysanka (Ukrainian: писанка, plural: pysanky) is a Ukrainian Easter egg, decorated with traditional Ukrainian folk designs using a wax-resist (batik) method. The word pysanka comes from the verb pysaty, "to write", as the designs are not painted on, but written with beeswax.
HMM Everyone!
I feel like there is a lot to say, yet i can't write a word.
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We Write the Ghost Stories - Pattern Seeking Animals
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Unbroken horses are scattering
Out past the fences they're circling
Gathering forces and dashing our hopes
So go the ways of our useless ropes
Searching the sacraments
These were no accidents
Every soul in town was drowning
Empty of empathy
Unfinished sympathy
We write the ghost stories as we go
Unbroken horses won't share the blame
It's all but over, they've rigged the game
Best not to follow down to the sea
They've primed the bridges with gasoline
These aren't the glory days
This isn't nature's way
Covered all in dust and rusted
Dreams hold the evidence
Angels are causing this
We write the ghost stories as we go
Searching the sacraments
These were no accidents
Every soul in town was drowning
Empty of empathy
Unfinished sympathy
We write the ghost stories as we go
We write the ghost stories as we go
We write the ghost stories as we go
Searching the sacraments
These were no accidents
Every soul in town was drowning
Empty of empathy
Unfinished sympathy
We write the ghost stories as we go
We write the ghost stories as we go
We write the ghost stories
Flickr Friday,
You Can
Dream awake
Slumber stumbling
Blue haze
A blurry, buried under tow
Words spilling
Roll and tumble
sucking water
visions in golden light
rises in redemption
Baptized
Dream
@2022, Cindy Nybakken
I was home early yesterday and decided to sit down and write out my Christmas cards - more words! Although I love the written word; when it comes to me actually physically writing I am atrocious at it. Friends and family always have difficulty deciphering my dreadful handwriting and these days with e-mail and smart phones there is rarely the need to use a pen so it has become even more appalling. Kaiser could see I was struggling and decided to lend a hand.
Happy Furry Friday everyone.
The weather will be kind to us this weekend so we may get out and about.
Wishing you all a happy and dry weekend
On the advice of a couple of people, I've recently started reading Willa Cather and Hamlin Garland. Cather's writing is magical and so perfect in many ways. Garland is fine. A bit on the nose though.
Both write about American settlers in the late 1800s, early 1900s. This would have been after the Oregon Trail days.
So much is rightfully made of immigrants on the various trails. There are hundreds of books, movies, and (of course) the video game. I have a ten (or so) volume series containing women's diaries from the trail.
But after the trail ends, after they find a home, the diaries often ended. Both Cather and Garland pick up the story—though both from a Midwestern point of view.
For both, their characters are often drawn off the farm to the towns and cities. The farms aren't depicted as idyllic, and the populated areas are given a very forward-looking glow (in some of Cather's work, New York comes off like something from the 1930s).
And though the city's mystique has worn off for me, it's nice to be reminded that rural living is (and especially was) a very hard life.
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'Resigned to the Way'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Lens: Mamiya-Sekor 3.8/90mm
Film: Ilford HP5+ at 1600
Process: 510-Pyro; 1+100; 28mins
Montana
July 2022
Compare the original with the pictures on the postcard. In Valldemossa, the two look very much alike. No wonder, then, that so many tourists visit this pretty town in the mountains of Mallorca every day. The best time to visit is in the evening. Above all, it is a good idea to look around and stroll through the less crowded streets.
This is Wisla. I have got a new model now :) Big, old ship from Rotterdam!
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I do not like chains, but I've read about you, so...
1. I was born more than a quarter century ago :)
2. I live in a house near the riverbank with an old nice lady.
3. I'm a teacher.
4. I love my two nephews.
5. I like...
smiles,
admire children's emotions
good music and films, drawing, sun, wind, rain, storm,
dancing (when nobody sees me),singing (when nobody listens - this is better for him ;) )
trips and learning about the other cultures,
tasty, healthy food,
giving gifts to my friends,
jogging and cycling... (I must pump my cycle now... This is what I hate! ;))
6. When something is wrong in my life I kick training bag in a fitness studio.
7. I'm thinking now :)
8. I like high-heeled shoes :)
9. I love silence in the mountains, forests and on the riverbank...
10. I love your photos. They say what a beautiful world we have.
If you would like to be tagged by me, write me about this - please :)
It’s not the best but I tried to write a backstory for it.
Prevador was a former Aeonyx (A very cool species created by Alieraah, she even made a site: aeonyx-empire.tumblr.com/, take a look)
Prevador didn’t agree with the rules which The Court (the government) ruled over Aeonyx. Beside all their effort to change this society, it didn't work out at all. Most of the Aeonyx were making fun of them. They became a castout. Eventually they didn't feel at home with Aeonyx anymore, they left and decided to live in exile. Their choice to leave did change their physical look, especially changing their head, making it more unique.
Criticism is welcome!
No need to whisper each other words of love, you both understand each other without even breathing!
Two unbeliavable beauties lasting forever in my memory!
Dedicated to you Laura, my best life and travels' companion !
Ada
Made Explore on Sep.29, 12 - #2
We wish to thank all the Flickers who took one moment for their several views and nice very appreciated comments. Thanks friends!
Well, sometimes we find on our African pictures comments from people who doubt about our African activity. This is a reasonable reaction, that's why we decided to post some clarification directly on the pictures for all those who can pass through here. Of course all comments are well accepted and we will be glad to answer to all of you. This is part of our work.
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We thank all people who comment our shots with our big cats with these kind of notes:
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What many people don't realize is that once fully grown up those lions go to the canned hunting industry
www.theguardian.com/environment/2013/jun/03/canned-huntin...
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This information can be very useful for people who are not aware about this big sad "industry". Just to let you know, we work in this center since 4 years and I can assure you that all our animals growing here will then be released in a safe area where no farms, no hunters, no shoots will be allowed except for Photo shooting. After so many years in Africa we are enough well informed about this kind of industry and , of course, we would not work and spend all our energies and money for such a market. Our aim is just conservation and breeding program. I could write papers and papers, but it t would be much easier for everybody to have a look in internet at our center : Mukuni Big 5 Safaris
www.mukunibig5.co.zm/volunteerp/
Many other information can be found just typing the name of the center or our names in internet, Facebook etc..
Here in Flickr we have many friends and contacts and they know very well that what we do for these animals is just focused to the safeguard of nature and wildlife.
Further to this, we also have deep information about other centers created for the canned hunting industry. It's not easy to fight them, the governments of many states support this business. But we do what we can through information and some other ways .
Al people interested, are very welcome to join us as volunteering or just for a visit during a possible trip in the area.
Thanks however for your comment which allowed us to give some more information to people .
Laura Bongiorni
Adalberto Mangini
Strażnicy
Warsaw, Poland, Ochota district
al. Niepodległości 223
Winter
Have you seen the film "The Pianist" starring Adrian Brody? If you have then you already know the story of Mr. Szpilman. The story is based on the autobiographical book The Pianist, a World War II memoir by the Polish-Jewish pianist and composer Władysław Szpilman. This has been one of my favorite films and it made an impact on me when I saw it and the story itself has always amazed me and captivated my attention.
Last night, a few blocks from my new home, my finacee took me to the apartment where Władysław Szpilman was hidden for a year by Wilm Hosenfeld.
Outside of the residence you will find this art installation of "Guards" watchign the entrance to the hiding spot many years earlier. These are amazing pieces and very pronounced as you walk by them lit up at night. There is a commemorative plaque that also marks the spot.
There is much to be found on the subject. Here is the Wiki article on Mr. Szpilman. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/W%C5%82adys%C5%82aw_Szpilman
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Midtown.
Warsaw, Poland
Winter
An in between day of warmer temps brought new optimism for an end to winter....but, the snow returning today proves that winter isnt quite done yet...or perhaps not even started! :)
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Explore 23/2/15
Meet Bessy, the keeper of this 1964 Kombi Transporter!
Don't let these cute looks and big happy smile fool you . . . every time I spoke to Bessy or went near her she snarled at me, Stuart her owner admitting she she's getting a little old and grumpy!
Still . . . snarls and grumpiness aside when I pointed the camera at her she was all smiles and very adorable!
I met Bessy and Stuart at them at Cafe Dak Dak a few weeks back!
The detail picture featured here appears on the passenger side of Stuart's wonderful Kombi too! He's lucky enough to have two of these, this one and a beautifully restored 1966 Kombi which I am yet to feature valued at over $65,000.
Speaking of the value of Kombi's, a fully restored 1960,
23 window Kombi Samba Bus was auctioned here in Melbourne tonight . . . it was priced to sell between $120-140k but tonight sold for a whopping $202k . . . amazing! You can check it out here:
You can see all of my Retro VW's here:
100 x Retro VW: The 2015 edition
You can see more of my Colour Palette series here:
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Outfit - [ LsR ] - Sexy Elise Lingerie @ FameshedX
Boots - [ LsR ] - Sexy Alexsa Boots @ FameshedX
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As neuroses go, it's probably not among the most damaging that a poor tortured soul might have to endure. In fact, considering everything that ails humankind these days I probably shouldn't mention it at all. But here's the thing. I hate my name. Always have done since I was old enough to master all three syllables. And don't tell me it's a nice name. It doesn't matter whether you think it is or not, because as the person who has to live with it, it's on my birth certificate, my driving licence and my passports (both British and Irish) and I detest it with a passion. During the early years of my working life I'd give my name to somebody over the phone and then have to spell out every single letter. One builder whose accounts I was given to work on called me “Sebastian” instead. Which sounded quite ridiculous in a West Cornwall accent. He thought it was hilarious, and he was the customer so I had to grin politely and put up with it. Whenever I say my name it sounds as if I'm a very minor member of the aristocracy. An impoverished fourth son of the baron of a dried up salt marsh who stopped receiving invitations to an audience with the king in the early 1950’s. Nowadays, only people who've known me forever call me Dominic. Generally speaking that's my parents, although my sister often slips into it. She's also had three syllables dumped on her. Rebecca, but only Mum, who remains insistent on this nonsense, calls her that. Everyone else has always called her Becky. My brother is kinder and calls me Dom unless he's in a playful mood and wants to annoy me. As you’ll read later, he got away lightly.
I dropped the “inic” many years ago and anyone who has come into my orbit over the last twenty years simply knows me as Dom. My closest friends only know me as Dom, because that's what I told them my name was when I met them for the first time. “Dom” I can deal with, even though it's often misheard as John or Tom, or mistyped as Don. Once in Barcelona I told the waitress I was “Domingo.” It was the only way to avoid confusion. As for “Dominic,” hardly anyone could spell that correctly. There'd be a K on the end, or two many O's and not enough ‘I's. Or all of those things. One secretary where I worked in my twenties always called me Dominique. Spelt it that way on Christmas cards too. Even though I love France, I'm not French. In the same workplace, an IT consultant spent a few weeks with us and was introduced to me as Nic. It was only when he had to put his full name on a form that I realised we had the same first name. He obviously hated Dominic too, but had been rather more inventive than me at throwing the nomenclature pedants off the scent. Why hadn't I thought of Nic? That would have been much better. Although I suppose everyone would still have added a K on the end. Later on, a cleaner who was hovering on the brink of retirement became convinced my name was Duncan. “Alright Duncan?” she’d chirp squeakily as she came in to empty the bins at the end of each day. I’ve really no idea where she’d got Duncan from, and before long, it was too late to disabuse her. To her, I’d always be Duncan. My colleagues loved this. As for my surname, don't even go there. It's Haughton, not Houghton or Horton or any similar version of events. Hardly anyone gets that right first time. Almost everyone says it wrong too. Even people who've known me for years pronounce it wrongly. I've been on many adventures with Lee, and he still pronounces it Howton. But it's Horton. Spelt Haughton. With an A and only one O, and definitely no R's. Keeping up? Can you see why it drives me around the bend? Told you it was a pain to live with. I've been dealing with this for nearly sixty flipping years!
Three syllables for goodness sake. Nobody needs three syllables in a forename. It's one too many. When I was four and a half, my brother came along. I was not impressed at having to share my parents with anyone else, and to add insult to injury they called him David. Why couldn't I have been called David, like David was? I protested bitterly and begged our parents to call me David too, but they heartlessly ignored me. I was stuck with Dominic, no matter how much I detested those three syllables. And he can be abbreviated to Dave. Everyone hears and spells Dave correctly. Nobody says, “come again, was that Wade?” Or “pleased to meet you Gabe!” You couldn't possibly get it wrong.
“So why bring all of this up now?” is a question you might be asking. Well at the time of writing, and after a few days in Cork catching up with my family, I'm on the west coast of Ireland, on the Dingle Peninsula in Kerry to be exact. Kerry. That’s another name you can’t really get wrong. Staying in a cottage where the host greeted me as Dom. “A good place to write,” as my cousin Fiona pointed out. She's the only one of eight siblings with a triple syllable by the way. But really, Fiona is more like two and a bit as you can merge the vowels almost seamlessly. All eight of my Irish cousins, and my aunt and uncle, being among the people who've known me longest on this planet, call me Dominic, pretty much without exception. I've been Dominic for four days now. But the strange thing is, I don't mind it so much when they say it. Something about the easy stretching of the vowels and the gentle Cork lilt that makes me sound like the strange Cornish cousin that I am, rather than the landed gentry at the big house in Midleton where my Great Grandfather worked as head gardener over a hundred years ago. They all have that same twinkle about them that Grandad did too. But when you breathe in a landscape like this on a daily basis, it’s no wonder really. It’s a rare place this.
I'm here today and tomorrow, and then I'm back to Cork where I'll become Dominic again for a couple of days until I land back in Cornwall early next week. When I’m home, I’ll be Dom - so don’t get any ideas. Not unless you’re Irish that is. Especially if you’re from Cork. Then, just maybe, I might just let you get away with it without pulling a face that tells you what I really think about those three dreaded syllables.
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The hoar frost was lovely on the tree branches this morning. Who couldn't be thankful for another day when seeing such a beautiful morning. It was snowing, and I noticed it did something quite weird to my photo. It almost looks like my lens is dirty, haha. But this is about a mood, not perfection. Let the mood inspire you today. Be grateful and happy.
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Thanks in advance 4 checking my Photostream...:)
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I would like to thank my beloved wife for the last 15 great years (we had wedding day on Halloween...yes, i know :D) and i wish there will be at least 50 more years we could celebrate. Just wanted to say it over this way again :)
I guess you can write what you want, she never visited Flickr and she will never do. So she would never read it :)