I have decided to blog something new I've learned every day for one year, no matter how obvious, lame, shocking, personal, or unimportant. Maybe I will be what you learn today!
The photo recalled me my last post. That suggest that we both sense something alike and therefore I am happy to to reprint my thoughts.
We are used to think that typography (the invention of the print) marked the end of the word of a mouth era. And it would be silly to question the worth of what literally feeds us, at least the most of people today. However, our revolutionary discoveries have mothered the appearance of the waste-paper too, and I doubt that the modern scrap heaps could produce any folklore. The funeral of the morals terrifies and that explains the mystery of the attraction of the medieval palaces, the instinctive longing for the ancestry’s fireplace that still revives the heart, dress warmly with lovely lullabies and supports our current walk much more than modern electrification. Contradictory news confuses the issue and that increases the mess. The situation would be hopeless if not the Church towers that spring above our towns like the untiring beacons that still shine to us and teach us to lift up our eyes to the Heaven
I hate writing "About Me".
How's this: I'm sarcastic, smart, funny, cynical, weird, loving, creative, independent, strong, and beautiful - but not necessarily in that order. But you already know that don't you?
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I've been out in my backyard the last few nights.. running around nekkie.. howling at the moon.. so yeah.. I knew there was a full moon
Kailee "Look! Luna is just my birthstone color again!"
Ashley "Whoah! Look how big luna is!"
Joshua "Moon big Luna big"
Nice mom. I'm not even going to ask.
So are your kids learning espanol at school?
Buenos Nochas Luna.
En el grand salon verde....
The photo recalled me my last post. That suggest that we both sense something alike and therefore I am happy to to reprint my thoughts.
We are used to think that typography (the invention of the print) marked the end of the word of a mouth era. And it would be silly to question the worth of what literally feeds us, at least the most of people today. However, our revolutionary discoveries have mothered the appearance of the waste-paper too, and I doubt that the modern scrap heaps could produce any folklore. The funeral of the morals terrifies and that explains the mystery of the attraction of the medieval palaces, the instinctive longing for the ancestry’s fireplace that still revives the heart, dress warmly with lovely lullabies and supports our current walk much more than modern electrification.
Contradictory news confuses the issue and that increases the mess. The situation would be hopeless if not the Church towers that spring above our towns like the untiring beacons that still shine to us and teach us to lift up our eyes to the Heaven
say what?
Lost in translation.
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