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Love. | Myriad Metamorphosis
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Boy sees Girl. Boy makes appointment with Girl. Boy and Girl fall in love. Girl lives happly ever after with Boy. If only it was so easy. When a man loves a woman there is a gentle quiet strength and patience he displays with her. He listens to her fears, problems and issues; the ones she speaks on and hasn’t yet seen. Then, he applies love, concern, and support. In healing her…he finds his own healing. They are both reassured due to it. This too goes both ways as she too is a healer. Notes from the Nymph.
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and she moves to the city: If you work from your home, and Johns call on the phone...
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And she moves to the city. Thursday, November 6, 2008. If you work from your home, and Johns call on the phone. I've spent most of my morning reading Letters From Johns. But I haven't made it that far yet. In other news, at the moment, my life is awesome. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ariel, et al. Chelle, my belle. Il to the ani. Arts and farts and crafts. View my complete profile.
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Grace Undressed: dream
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Thursday, April 21, 2011. In a kind of hotel room with my parents. My father is telling a joke. Earlier we were going for a walk next to cliffs made of sand. The joke my father is telling is, It's like rape or bad weather, you can't do anything about it, so you might as well lay back and enjoy it. Stop saying that, Dad. That's not funny. Stop it. What are you, the word police around here? My mother says. It's just a joke. All you have to do is laugh. It's easy, see? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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my secret life: January 2005
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The odyssey of a married white male navigating through a sex-obsessed universe. Monday, January 31, 2005. Interesting article from a few months ago in the British newspaper The Observer titled The Brothel Creeper. As I see it, I’m living a. We then have an amicable break-up and go our merry ways. It’s a stripped down (so to speak) version of a relationship stripped of emotional baggage, dependence, and animosity. Posted by noman @ 4:45 PM. Thursday, January 13, 2005. One of the first things I noticed was...
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Projekt Taxi / Tag 1: Abfahrt | betabuben
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Baby, du hast ja geile Monitore! Projekt Taxi / Tag 2: Ljubljana – Zagreb – Sarajevo →. 3 Februar 2009 · 22:51. Projekt Taxi / Tag 1: Abfahrt. Genosse chrizzytop ist unterwegs. Nicht was ihr denkt! Von Taxis. chrizzytop, du bist es. 02022009 – Die Abfahrt. Die Reise beginnt mühselig. Ein Schlafwagen außer Funktion, das Sitzabteil überfüllt. Eine weitere Stunde noch, erster Stopp in Wien. Werde versuchen, Foto von Taxifahrer zu machen. Eingeordnet unter In Arbeit. Getaggt mit projekt taxi. Projekt Taxi / ...
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Projekt Taxi / Tag 14: Zürich – München | betabuben
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Kunst am Sonntag: Rote Frau, Pt. 4 →. 16 Februar 2009 · 00:52. Projekt Taxi / Tag 14: Zürich – München. 15022009 – Die letzte Fahrt. Die Nacht in Zürich ist gut. Wäre die gesamte Reise so verlaufen, hätte ich locker noch eine Woche mehr gemacht. Die letzte Fahrt in einem komfortablen Schweizer Zug führt durch eine verschneite Landschaft. Jede Minute freue ich mich mehr auf München, auf die Wirtschaft gleich um die Ecke beim Hauptbahnhof, auf zu Hause. Die erste Runde Taxi ist vorüber. Wir sind's bloß.
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Projekt Taxi / Tag 11: Bukarest – Sofia | betabuben
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Projekt Taxi / Tag 8: Istanbul – Bukarest. Sagen Sie jetzt nichts! 13 Februar 2009 · 23:03. Projekt Taxi / Tag 11: Bukarest – Sofia. 12022009 – Bukarest – Sofia. Ich komme in Bukarest um 17:30 Uhr an und überlege, nur für drei Stunden zu bleiben, um weiter nach Sofia zu fahren. Entschließe mich trotzdem dann zu einer Übernachtung. Am Bahnhof will mir gleich einer in die Tasche greifen, soll er ruhig, sind Rotztücher drin. Taschendieb hat auch gemerkt, dass ich ihn anschaue, und haut ab. Pingback: Kunst a...
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Grace Undressed: July 2011
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Saturday, July 16, 2011. Carrying boxes across the yard; sweat crawling into my eyes. I always seem to end up moving in the summer. Just a few more rounds of sweeping and sorting and throwing away. We can't believe you're leaving," Mary says. "I don't think the girls even know what that means. You've been here their whole lives.". Sophie wasn't even born yet. I remember you out in the yard, pregnant as the day is long.". I was up on my porch drinking red wine and thinking, do I really want to have a kid?