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Live. Laugh. Love.: Since we're here, you probably should know...
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Live Laugh. Love. You mean she would rather imagine herself relating to an absent person than build relationships with those around her? Raymond Dufayel, Amelie. Since we're here, you probably should know. I've had a lot of experience lately having to endlessly recount who I am to people who may only be in my life a short time. That is a hard question. I prefer to go with Whitman's self analogy ". I am large, I contain multitudes. Guide for 2006," the good, the bad, the ugly. When it comes to love. Nords...
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Live. Laugh. Love.: In Memoriam
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Live Laugh. Love. You mean she would rather imagine herself relating to an absent person than build relationships with those around her? Raymond Dufayel, Amelie. October 29, 1930 - November 8, 2006. My grandmother, and my good friend died last Wednesday. I was able to pay tribute to her by delivering part of her eulogy at her funeral on Saturday. In order for me to pay tribute to her to the rest of the world, I have posted the eulogy below.To Vee, NB-C, SEDW, Julia. By their devotion to their family?
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Live. Laugh. Love.: Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones...
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Live Laugh. Love. You mean she would rather imagine herself relating to an absent person than build relationships with those around her? Raymond Dufayel, Amelie. Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones. I have spent the greater part of the last few days thinking about the power of words. When you think about it for any amount of time, you come to realize the true significance of the thing that makes up the bigger picture - the one thing we all share -. When you think about the power of words. Are the most i...
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Live. Laugh. Love.: Pay For What You Get
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Live Laugh. Love. You mean she would rather imagine herself relating to an absent person than build relationships with those around her? Raymond Dufayel, Amelie. Pay For What You Get. On Saturday, I received a phone call from my friend Slimy. S mom that almost sent me into a tailspin thinking that my dear Slimy. Had gone into early labor. All it took was seeing the 513 area code and a questioning "Nat? On the other line to be prematurely convinced that either 1) something was wrong or 2) Slimy. While sit...
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Live. Laugh. Love.: Co-Habitation Is Overrated
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Live Laugh. Love. You mean she would rather imagine herself relating to an absent person than build relationships with those around her? Raymond Dufayel, Amelie. I really enjoy living alone. I like my stuff. In my space. I like it cause it's just mine. I leave it the way I want, have everything I need, and when I do venture to let my mind wander to the thought of what it would be like to co-habitate once again some day, I don't think this is what I had envisioned for myself. Or so I thought. My little sp...
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Live. Laugh. Love.: What Happens Next?
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Live Laugh. Love. You mean she would rather imagine herself relating to an absent person than build relationships with those around her? Raymond Dufayel, Amelie. The Notorious N.A.T. It is truely amazing how simular we think. I havent checked my old blog for such a long time.and I havent checked your blog in even longer! But some how today i am drawn to mine, as well as yours! 9:27 PM, March 16, 2011. I like how you write. 7:38 AM, September 13, 2012. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). For a Good Laugh.
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Live. Laugh. Love.: The Man We Never Speak Of
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Live Laugh. Love. You mean she would rather imagine herself relating to an absent person than build relationships with those around her? Raymond Dufayel, Amelie. The Man We Never Speak Of. My grandfather was a sailor. He went to the yacht club and sailed sailboats. I have a silver tray that he won at a Regatta. Proof of a life I would otherwise believe belonged to someone else, except for the shared blood that runs through my veins. My grandfather, would have loved. We never speak of him. I don't know mu...
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Live. Laugh. Love.: I want to go back to college
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Live Laugh. Love. You mean she would rather imagine herself relating to an absent person than build relationships with those around her? Raymond Dufayel, Amelie. I want to go back to college. So every year at this time I have little choice but to reflect on how old I have gotten. I keep trying to fight it, but time and the ever growing presence of celulite on my thighs constantly remind me that I am no longer a spring chicken. I went back, as I do each January, to find out what my Phi Mu. Me and they hate.
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Live. Laugh. Love.: Paris, La Rive Gauche
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Live Laugh. Love. You mean she would rather imagine herself relating to an absent person than build relationships with those around her? Raymond Dufayel, Amelie. Paris, La Rive Gauche. This city.this city continues to haunt me. So much has changed. My sweet Paris. You and I are entangled in ways I cannot explain. You pull me in and spit me out. You feed me love and romance, and you make me yearn for a hand to hold. Once only wishing to be here, and now only wishing to return home. 9:29 PM, May 24, 2010.
