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At the Foot of the Hill: Surfaces
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Sunday, October 30, 2011. For my own part, I am pleased enough with surfaces. In fact, they alone seem to be of much importance. Such things for example as the grasp of a child's hand in your own,. The flavor of an apple,. The embrace of a friend or lover,. The feel of music, the bark of a tree,. The abrasion of granite and sand,. The plunge of clear water into a pool,. The face of the wind,. What else is there,. What else do we need? Posted by Elisse Newey. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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At the Foot of the Hill
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Monday, November 28, 2011. The night Eric proposed). As much as I am loving our warm texas winter weather, I do miss something about the pleasure of bundling up to be with good friends outside in the chilly air. It made the friendships all the sweeter. Posted by Elisse Newey. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The God of Small Things. It is from books that wise people derive consolation in the troubles of life. Ghost food and travel.
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At the Foot of the Hill
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Saturday, November 26, 2011. I am in the process of trying to write about things close to my heart. I have been sitting in front of this computer screen for several hours and the longer I sit the more silly and inadequate my words are in comparison the all the marvelous and wonderful things I am trying to describe. Posted by Elisse Newey. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The God of Small Things. It is from books that wise people derive consolation in the troubles of life.
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la porte rouge: Poet, a film.
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Wednesday, July 9. Poet, a film. From Ryan Ulysses Marshall. I have wanted to share this with you from the very first moment i received it. I wanted to show it to the world and say " see here this is proof, i am her mum and she is my daughter" but i couldn't, it became my most prized possession. At a time of uncertainty, in this beautiful film created by Ryan. I saw what my heart knew, Poet was my daughter, my future, my purpose. Ryan. A few years back when he came to film a book trailer. This is so incr...
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la porte rouge: dissapearing kindness
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Wednesday, July 29. Photograph of a place i stayed early summer in the south of france (hosting a workshop). Oh, I was so happy when I saw that there was a new post from you! I have missed them terribly. Of course, I follow along on instagram but I miss the vulnerable, honest and beautiful words you used to share here. Please come back here more regularly. ♥. Let the kind words and the kind people be the ones that carry you along. xo. July 29, 2015 at 8:14 PM. What about the kindness of strangers? You pr...
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la porte rouge: a miracle.
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Thursday, February 27. The reality of this incredible news. I love her so very much and i am heading home to montreal to be with my family and perhaps to be able to truly cry in the protection of their loving arms. Thank you dear, dear friends i can never express that enough and in a short few months (to long still) i will be able to introduce you fully to this incredible being named Poet. February 27, 2014 at 8:22 PM. February 27, 2014 at 8:40 PM. Thank you Joe and Corine for your kindness. From the fir...
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To není v létě…. | Sprinkled with Serendipity
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Just another WordPress.com site. A little about me…. To není v létě…. September 24, 2011. I was bouncing outside this morning for a quick loop around Righrovy Sady, the park just by our flat. Stopping at the traffic crossing, I waited with an old man who appraised my outfit (t-shirt and shorts) with amusement. He said something that to me, sounded like, “Czech czech czech czech czech Zima czech czech czech” OH! I thought, I know that word, zima! From → Uncategorized. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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