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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night. Edgar Allan Poe. November 3, 2009. Http:/ spokenbythesexes.wordpress.com/. Laquo; Wise/Sag Advise. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Keep it Simple Katy.
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Summer Fun June 2009 | Midday Escapes
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night. Edgar Allan Poe. June 26, 2009. Summer Fun June 2009. Posted in KC's Photography. Laquo; Garden/Wild Flowers. Family Visit June 2009. You have such a nice blog thanks for sharing good job. On June 27, 2009. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out.
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Family Visit June 2009 | Midday Escapes
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night. Edgar Allan Poe. June 26, 2009. Family Visit June 2009. Well it’s official. My father lived to see 60! His health improved … so much so that when he moved back to Alberta, the same doctors were amazed! They tell him he now had a good 5-7 years left in his current state-of-health. AND they are now telling my father that IF he continues doing what he’s been doing, he can improve his odds even better yet! By: t i m.
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night. Edgar Allan Poe. It is generally agreed that “Hello” is an appropriate greeting because if you entered a room and said “Goodbye,” it could confuse a lot of people. Here I am… I read your lines… almost everyday! On April 28, 2008. I’m here everyday too KC! You always have a way of making me smile! On April 28, 2008. Awwhh… you guys totally ROCK! Mucho love you too! On April 28, 2008. On April 30, 2008. Gaah, thi...
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circling the cuckoo's nest: July 2011
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Circling the cuckoo's nest. Random rants from a disgruntled thirty-something who dreamt of becoming a writer and finds herself in a psychiatric hospital, instead. The Rules of Being Human. 2011 100 Book Challenge. Monday, July 25, 2011. A Crime Against Nature. Ghosts of amputees march silently on this hallowed land. They stalk through dew-kissed grass. Looking for lost causes. Midst the muted cannon's roar. Their charred limbs clutch the reeds. Unable to break them again,. For the fields have begun.
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circling the cuckoo's nest: December 2011
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Circling the cuckoo's nest. Random rants from a disgruntled thirty-something who dreamt of becoming a writer and finds herself in a psychiatric hospital, instead. The Rules of Being Human. 2011 100 Book Challenge. Tuesday, December 6, 2011. Just another Magpie Tale. I see you there. You who is doing such a good job of blending. You who moves among them all, but is the only one taking monumental steps. Eating your baloney sandwich in methodical bites, straining against societal norms. Links to this post.
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Wise/Sag Advise | Midday Escapes
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night. Edgar Allan Poe. July 13, 2009. Yesterday I watched a small bird, flying very fast, disappear into the canopy of an oak tree. So dense were its leaves that it was impossible to see what happened next, though I can tell you it remained inside. Not in that tiny brain. Instinct? Maybe, but how does instinct know which way the branches of a tree have grown when no two are the same? Posted in Sweet Escape. By: t i m.