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barely breathing: 06/01/09
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Much character is needed to finish a race. Monday, June 1, 2009. Photo courtesy of soilerosion.net. Minsan pang nagtipon ang karagatan sa himpapawid. Nagsiksikan kami sa bulak ng alapaap. Laging hatid nami'y matinding unos. Kidlat at kulog ang naging hudyat sa inaabangang pagbiyak ng abong langit. Matapos bumilang ng matagal na panahon, heto kami bumubulusok sa kawalan. Nakabibinging ingay ang dulot ng hanging kasalubong at. Mabilis nitong hinuhubog ang bawat patak bago ang nakaambang salpukan.
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coming out of breathlessness: March 2010
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Coming out of breathlessness. Thursday, March 18, 2010. Walking beyond the road less traveled. Http:/ www.flickr.com/photos/pedromourapinheiro/. CC BY-NC-SA 2.0. The clear night sky compelled my attention-. Full moon beaming at its finest and stars dazzling as ever. The dry breeze played a sonata. As it was accompanied by the tapping of the leaves. Serenity bragged tranquility all over the place. What a complete mockery! In my mind, chaos best portrayed the pause of a nanosecond. Or was it plain fear?
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coming out of breathlessness: February 2010
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Coming out of breathlessness. Monday, February 22, 2010. Http:/ www.flickr.com/photos/ips/. CC BY-NC-ND 2.0. That acquainted wind found me once again. Blowing on my face, causing my eyes to shut, taking away my soul for a treat,. Caressing, calming, chiding me. To momentarily take a dip in my fountain of strength. Everything became surreal but oddly familiar. It looked like the sun too had been kinder- warmer than it was yesterday,. Bathing me with an unusual attention,. Much better than i prayed for.
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coming out of breathlessness: walking beyond the road less traveled
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Coming out of breathlessness. Thursday, March 18, 2010. Walking beyond the road less traveled. Http:/ www.flickr.com/photos/pedromourapinheiro/. CC BY-NC-SA 2.0. The clear night sky compelled my attention-. Full moon beaming at its finest and stars dazzling as ever. The dry breeze played a sonata. As it was accompanied by the tapping of the leaves. Serenity bragged tranquility all over the place. What a complete mockery! In my mind, chaos best portrayed the pause of a nanosecond. Or was it plain fear?
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coming out of breathlessness: The Ultimate Submission
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Coming out of breathlessness. Monday, February 22, 2010. Http:/ www.flickr.com/photos/ips/. CC BY-NC-ND 2.0. That acquainted wind found me once again. Blowing on my face, causing my eyes to shut, taking away my soul for a treat,. Caressing, calming, chiding me. To momentarily take a dip in my fountain of strength. Everything became surreal but oddly familiar. It looked like the sun too had been kinder- warmer than it was yesterday,. Bathing me with an unusual attention,. Much better than i prayed for.
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coming out of breathlessness: Tattling of the Hidden Bricks
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Coming out of breathlessness. Wednesday, December 15, 2010. Tattling of the Hidden Bricks. Http:/ www.flickr.com/photos/nicmcphee/2050716895/. The universe seemed to move in perfect harmony-. The wind caressing the soil, the water tickling the fire. But in this silent festivity, mistrust had betrayed. It had crept into the palace, unbeknownst to anyone. How quickly did the dagger stain the granite floor! The crimson ink instantaneously wrote the tragedy onto the polished stones. Forgiven but not forgotten.
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coming out of breathlessness: December 2010
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Coming out of breathlessness. Wednesday, December 15, 2010. Tattling of the Hidden Bricks. Http:/ www.flickr.com/photos/nicmcphee/2050716895/. The universe seemed to move in perfect harmony-. The wind caressing the soil, the water tickling the fire. But in this silent festivity, mistrust had betrayed. It had crept into the palace, unbeknownst to anyone. How quickly did the dagger stain the granite floor! The crimson ink instantaneously wrote the tragedy onto the polished stones. Forgiven but not forgotten.
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:::::BREATHE:::::
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Something so natural for us to do but so often we forget doing. breathe. when life seems to overpower you. just breathe. Saying Hi to Jordan (23). Hibik at Himagsik Nina Victoria Lactaw. San Juan, Carlotta, y Puerto Galera. Forward to BREATHE 2005. Forward to BREATHE 2006. Powered by TagBoard Message Board. I heard Him calling me so I answered. And taught me how to fire it efficiently. Ultimately, it was not my strength which guided the attack but it was the power of the Holy Spirit. This is my Christian...
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Something so natural for us to do but so often we forget doing. breathe. when life seems to overpower you. just breathe. Cruising on Lake Placid. Soar like an Eagle. Return to BREATHE 2004. Forward to BREATHE 2006. Powered by TagBoard Message Board. Cruising on Lake Placid. But no matter how serene and refreshing this niche is, i still tremble at the mere thought of things unknown- what lies beneath and what lurks in the dark. Is this reasonable fear or senseless paranoia? Exhaled by milbenski at 11:54 PM.
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Something so natural for us to do but so often we forget doing. breathe. when life seems to overpower you. just breathe. Cruising on Lake Placid. Soar like an Eagle. Return to BREATHE 2004. Forward to BREATHE 2006. Powered by TagBoard Message Board. Kay aga ng hanging amihan sa niyebeng bitbit nito ngayong Hulyo. Di sapat ang kumot ng Iloko sa lamig ng iyong ihip. Ginising ako sa panaginip na lumalason sa realidad-. Iba na ang kanyang tingin, ang mga salita, at pintig ng puso. Iba na siya. Rising, crowni...