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Today is what matters | And then there was one
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And then there was one. Just trying to figure it all out. Time to let go…. Go for it →. Today is what matters. January 12, 2017. Via Daily Prompt: Someday. The word Someday is vague. Maybe we’ll talk again someday. I wonder if we will ever be friends someday. I’m sure he’ll miss me someday. Maybe he’ll want me back someday. I held onto the. My blog is sprinkled with past relationships, current status and thoughts on it all! View all posts by geminilvr →. This entry was posted in blogging. Go for it →.
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I can’t be anymore specific than that. 🌹 – Elaine's Life and Apartment Living 🌹
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Elaine's Life and Apartment Living 🌹. I can’t be anymore specific than that. 🌹. January 7, 2017. Elaine's Bloggers Paradise. Single minded I write this post. Precise in the meaning of the prose. Expressing my requirements as I go. Certain of success, I am aglow. Individual and unique as you see. Fixed to follow a strict path that’s me. Identified by the words I control. January 7, 2017 at 2:50 pm. Onward and upward. Well done. Liked by 1 person. January 7, 2017 at 2:51 pm. January 7, 2017 at 8:17 pm.
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The great rug debate! – Elaine's Life and Apartment Living 🌹
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Elaine's Life and Apartment Living 🌹. The great rug debate! January 12, 2017. Elaine's Bloggers Paradise. Yesterday morning after a very sleepless night due to high winds like I have never heard before, I got up feeling restless and announced to John that I thought we needed a new rug for the lounge. Nothing strange in that I bet your thinking, but me wanting a new rug is not a rare occurrence. Since we have been together we must have bought erm let me think! What another new rug. To which I replied:.
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Sidewalk | Lisa's Journal Blog
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Lisa's Journal Blog. Follow Me For Daily Posts! September 4, 2016. September 4, 2016. Have you ever realized sidewalks vary so much that you can probably tell where you are just based on a few characteristics? Overhanging vines, smoothness, black asphalt, cobblestone, red brick, tactile paving, bike paths, and so many other features of a simple path in your neighborhood are so unique to that one location. What’s special about your Sidewalk. Posted in daily post. 4 thoughts on “ Sidewalk. Liked by 1 person.
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Macro – Attuned Photography
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Photos in tune CANons! Grow, Laugh and Blossom.There are always flowers. View photosintunecanons’s profile on Facebook. View Photosintune’s profile on Twitter. Hl=en’s profile on Instagram. View UCT10ruGH3X53Jm546 0vnAQ’s profile on YouTube. Macro Moments : Week 33. White lily – Macro. Glimpse of the road taken. Abstract Still life paragraphs. Nature is too perfect to be perfect. Macro color magic – Daisy. Paint and brush sing better. Nature’s forms in rhythm – textures. Sunset – Motion blur.
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Photography – Attuned Photography
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Photos in tune CANons! March 7, 2017. The world is big in some ways, and so small in others. Ashly Lorenzana. Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). Click to share on instagram (Opens in new window). March 6, 2017.
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Sometimes Stellar Storyteller | Writing by numbers, outside of the lines | Page 2
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Writing by numbers, outside of the lines. Enter the Six Word Story Challenge. About The Six Word Story Challenge. The Stellar Review Submission Guidelines. Hints and Tips for Writers and Bloggers. Newer posts →. And the winner of this week’s Six Word Story Challenge is…. February 24, 2017. It’s Friday, which means it’s time for the announcement of this week’s storytelling champion. Continue reading →. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). February 21, 2...
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About – Sumyanna Writes
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Poetry, Photography… and anything else I may fall in love with. I’m a writer, a wife, a mother – and a lover of life. Hoping to leave a beautiful trail behind me. When I am not writing here, you can find me on my other blog:. Http:/ www.butterflykisseswatermelonwishes.wordpress.com. You can also find many of my children’s stories and poems here:. I’ve Been Prompted. Letters to My Children. Black and White Photography. Historical Portrait Series Poetry. Poetry from the News. Word of the Day. All written c...
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Left Behind: A Broken Heart – Sumyanna Writes
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Poetry, Photography… and anything else I may fall in love with. Left Behind: A Broken Heart. January 7, 2017. January 7, 2017. The courage to leave me. And I am left with no words. I thought the story. You found somebody new. And I no longer have meaning. How you no longer see. Whole of our existence. There is no end to this story. And yet somehow,. You found someone new. And I’m left here. Do you hold her close. Like you held me before? What is it that you adore? Do you listen to her dreams. Enter your ...
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Deserted – Sumyanna Writes
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Poetry, Photography… and anything else I may fall in love with. January 7, 2017. January 7, 2017. A long drawn out feeling. My heart, wiped. And I am left to dry. Bones worn and bleached. They gasp in the heat of the sun. And I feel their ache. They haunt my dreams. In the desert of my thoughts. Alone . . . And there is nothing. That can reach me. Blow in the wind. And arrest my weary frame. My head hangs low. Forsakes my heavy thoughts. Born of old wounds. That rake across my soul. And there is nothing.
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