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kidzlitlonghouse: August 2011
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Thursday, August 18, 2011. The whole forest was on fire, but her wings weren't streamlined for swift escape flights. She struggled against her own limitations. When the water's cool extinguished the unbearable heat, she thought she made it. . until the panic shook her heart once again. Water pressure kept her suspended in the middle of the blue fluid, half way between the surface and the bottom before a sudden but timely, turbulent, current snatched her and pulled her up. A spray of sparkly drops with a ...
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kidzlitlonghouse: July 2010
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Sunday, July 25, 2010. She glided on pink clouds. She made heavenly tunes by plucking on the golden strings of the sun rays. Moonlight shone in her eyes, and rivers' bubbling gurgle flowed through her ears. She bounced off the moonlit reflections on the water, flew through the sparkly stardust in the darkness of the night, and snuggled face-to-face with her grandmother Moon. Not a night would go by without their hugs and kisses. Vampie learned best through play and had a bag of her favourite toys stuffed...
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kidzlitlonghouse: February 2010
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Friday, February 19, 2010. My name is Pepper. I live in a community garden with my brothers and sisters tomatoes, carrots, potatoes and a lot of medicinal herbs. We used to be a happy community. We fed our neighbours who came around to visit us. The garden door was always wide open to what was one of the most local, environment-loving, soil-fresh succulent soul-food experiences. We fed people, but not only their stomachs. One plot of local community plants could last through a couple of seasons. The ...
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kidzlitlonghouse: November 2009
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Thursday, November 5, 2009. Tha and the easter eve pigeon. Darcy Allan Sheppard,. A 33-year-old cyclist and father of four. Brutally killed by Ontario public official's. Car in downtown Toronto, September 2, 2009. The message I'm getting is we deserve to die for riding a bike," she said. "There's no repercussions.". Read more: http:/ www.cbc.ca/politics/story/2010/05/25/bryant-sheppard-charges943.html#ixzz0pFrAWSoE. Those who used bikes but did not need them any more, would leave them behind, locked!
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kidzlitlonghouse: September 2010
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Monday, September 13, 2010. Sunday, September 12, 2010. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A grassroots creation of homemade picture book stories hoping to convey a sense of compassion and love for environment, and an openhand sharing among its many peoples. Get involved: read, edit, illustrate, proof-read, design and format for publishing, publish, organize storytelling events and festivals in your community. Stay in touch! No pipelines, no tankers, no tarsands. Owl Poo Organic Illustrations.
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kidzlitlonghouse: January 2012
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Saturday, January 28, 2012. Once upon a time there was a girl who came from Scar people. Scar people had layers upon layers of scars all over their bodies, inside and outside. Litha, still a child, had some scars on her face and her hands. She was born with them, and saw new scars grow fast on top of the hardened old ones. Inside the forest, there was a huge field of stumps, some steaming from the previous day of work, while many others burnt to the ground. She ran and ran and ran across the huge gra...
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kidzlitlonghouse: August 2012
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No posts. Show all posts. No posts. Show all posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Wounded bird flies again. Mouse and the glue trap. Tha, the butterfly and Sammy the kitten. Mouse in tha’s toaster. Sweet wild apple tree. Tha and the easter eve pigeon. No pipelines, no tankers, no tarsands. Owl Poo Organic Illustrations. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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kidzlitlonghouse: January 2011
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Saturday, January 22, 2011. Kawartha was a girl who lived with her grandmother in a little cobhouse on an island in the middle of the mighty dark blue seas. During the day, the island was always sunny and warm. In the evenings, gusts of winds whirled, bringing fresh air and spreading a blanket of salty magic dust. The starlight shone on Kawartha's hair and her forehead, the arch of her nose and her cheeks. The starlight bathed in her eyes and seeped deep down into her heart, making her soul glow. 8220;Yo...
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kidzlitlonghouse: November 2012
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kidzlitlonghouse: April 2010
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010. There was so much exuberance of bird song in February this year. Prematurely, the springsummer heat sneaked in the bushes, and crazy it all has become ever since. Cherry blossoms popped their perky pink heads out of the confused tree buds- in February. Birds were delighted. They mistook the freak weather change for the mating season. In no time, the winter silence donned the soundscape cloak of a tropical forest - in February. The air became pink. The grass became pink....They ...