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Stupid | speaking up for myself

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Speaking up for myself. November 24, 2016. November 24, 2016. Not all lives are patterned the same. Not every breath grudged. Not every effort rejected. Not every attempt thwarted. Stupid girl chanted this mantra every day of her life. Her special little prayer. Her little affirmation of faith. In anticipation of the deluge of change, she knew awaited her. Stupid girl stood by the door, watching the others at play. They called her. Who didn’t want attention? A wise person once said. Easier said than done.

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I value – Elaine's Life and Apartment Living 🌹

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Elaine's Life and Apartment Living 🌹. October 2, 2016. Elaine's Bloggers Paradise. I value family, I value friends. Especially the ones who I can depend. I value honesty, I value moral codes. I admire people who carry heavy loads. I value standards, I value the truth. It’s not what you earn or the size of your roof. I value goodness, I value spirituality. I value those who struggle with disability. Five little angels part 17. Five little angels part 18. October 2, 2016 at 2:22 pm. Truly said. 🙂. On Fir...

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Fish and Chips | speaking up for myself

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Speaking up for myself. November 18, 2016. Every Sunday he would disappear with his fishing gear, coaxing his motorbike to rattle its bumpy way to one of the elusive spots that have perfected the art of camouflage. A few had posted themselves already: silent sentinels at their chosen spots, dotting the riverside.The water dared to barely ripple under their watchful eyes. Fishing was serious business indeed. He would return late in the evening sporting sunburn, like a warrior, ready to face the week ahead.

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Doomspell | speaking up for myself

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Speaking up for myself. November 22, 2016. My waters beguile you. I stretch as far as the eye can see, not a drop fit for life. I’m the ocean. You don’t know my depth. I hold sway by my shores, my waves rendering rocks to fine sand, washed onto another shore. I hold in my ample bosom, many a wrecked ship I helped reach the abyss; their treasure now declared void and soon forgotten. I take all the venom you cast into my waters, churning below the surface. Don’t pay any heed. November 22, 2016 at 9:30 pm.

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Head in the Clouds | speaking up for myself

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Speaking up for myself. Head in the Clouds. November 20, 2016. November 20, 2016. Now you know. All that exists is now. The beauty of breathing. The beauty around you and love. Just plain love. You don’t expect to be loved back any more. You know nothing can hold you anymore. It’s so simple really. Look at the clouds! Step out of your Self. Caught in those murky depths, you slowly began to choke. You learnt in your mother’s womb. You waited, remember, though you knew, all you wanted was out. November 20,...

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“The Letter O” by Jelena Borojevic – The Petite Writer

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PhD Candidate in English Literature – Mythopoeia, Writer, Editor, Fandom fanatic. 8220;The Letter O” by Jelena Borojevic. His wife never understood his love for pigeons, but she remained supportive of his morning walks throughout the years until she passed away. The rest of his family seemed to have forgotten him altogether. The occasional promise of future visits was always accepted with a small nod in the telephone handset, even though he had learned by now never to expect a knock on the door. Said the...

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EDUCATION AND LEARNING | Memories of a Time

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Memories of a Time. Memoir Stories, Events in Times Past, Growing up, Education, My Life. GET RID OF IT! PLEASE BUILD ME A NEW CURRICULUM! FINAL EXAMINATION EDF 3417. May 27, 2016. There is no generally agreed upon definition of curriculum. Curriculum can be envisaged from different perspectives. What societies envisage as important teaching and learning constitutes the. Curriculum. Since it is usually presented in official documents, it may be also called the. However, at classroom level, this. It is im...

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James F. O’Neil | Memories of a Time

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Memories of a Time. Memoir Stories, Events in Times Past, Growing up, Education, My Life. Author Archives: James F. O'Neil. HOW IMPORTANT IS READING? August 26, 2016. Adults like to talk about their reading…to force the mind to recollect forgotten but important memories of how one became a reader. 8211;G. Robert Carlsen and Anne Sherrill,. Voices of Readers: How We Come to Love Books. Can you write your reading autobiography? What do I remember about learning to read? What books do I remember reading?

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of incapabilities, and poetry | An Intoxicated Storyteller

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Just this once, let the words flow. Of incapabilities, and poetry. What it’s like. To make a veritable feast. To paint the canvas. With an imperishable portrait. They adorn their tales. Only to set them ablaze. What do you see, love. In the ubiquitous mirror –. Your bedtime stories gasping for air. Strangled by your dusk, or. Gaudy verses clouding your silhouette. Dancing to mad melody. Drenched in their own lust? Life in 10 Minutes. August 28, 2016. Laquo; Previous Post. Next Post ». Beautiful, love it!

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the faceless abductor | An Intoxicated Storyteller

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Just this once, let the words flow. Death was but a catastrophe in the neighbour’s house/in yours-a sympathetic murmur, and a sigh/until, your favourite poet’s treachery knocks you down/and you cry out-“why had she romanticized ‘it’? The harlequin in your courtyard, one spring morning, fades, then blackens/the whiff of charred petals stinging your nostrils/while apathetic clouds hover over your helpless little fairytale kingdom. September 27, 2016. Laquo; Previous Post. Next Post ». September 28, 2016 at...