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Why do I let it get to me so much? Why does it crawl under my skin and itch? Why am I so unexplainably bothered and embarrassed by it, and r...
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Sorry about all the text-heavy posts lately. I'm just immersing myself in this world of intellectuals and thinkers and poets who happen ... -
He will come like last leaf’s fall. One night when the November wind has flayed the trees to bone, and earth wakes choking on the mould, the...
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I have to be honest in admitting that sometimes I’m convinced that humanity thinks of itself in circles. God, and grace, and mercy – they ar...
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Real picture from the 1920's......I love how normal these girls look. Vintage pictures usually have the the super-stylised, quintessenti... -
Is it a coincidence that twice in one week I've heard/read about the bleeding woman that Jesus healed? I think not - I wonder what He...
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Old: Dress is technically old after being in the wardrobe for over a week and still unworn! Might debut it tonight...... Out of 6 photos, th... -
So. Blank (virtual) page before me. I never realised how the act of writing can fill one with such a sense of power. No wonder so many of us... -
I's been trying to upload some pics since last night but it is just not working for me! I was hoping this post would have no words to co...
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So for the past two Saturdays I have been gettin' down to the sounds of the 80's, courtesy of not one, but two (!) 80's themed ...
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I have recently re-discovered 'Out of My Bone', a collection of Joy Davidman's letters throughout her life, to various people; e...
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Is it a coincidence that twice in one week I've heard/read about the bleeding woman that Jesus healed? I think not - I wonder what He...
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Listened to one of my favourite speakers/preachers today, walking in the rain with my hoodie up and head down to avoid the stinging drops. M...
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The stroke of six my soul betrayed; as the clock ticks I am unmade; the clock struck nine; my life ran down on gears of time with a sickened...
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......you'd never guess that my parents were trapped in Communist Romania. Until my dad decided he'd had enough and escaped from beh... -
Why do I let it get to me so much? Why does it crawl under my skin and itch? Why am I so unexplainably bothered and embarrassed by it, and r...
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Here I am Back stuffed Husband mad Table broken Door locked Sunday blues ahead There she is At the airport Off to Africa Saving the world No...
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Old: Dress is technically old after being in the wardrobe for over a week and still unworn! Might debut it tonight...... Out of 6 photos, th...
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Stumbled across a reminder of my angsty teen years - I had a poster of the following quote up on my wall from the movie Trainspotting (talk ...
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It is just too good. Dinner tonight started the usual way, with my whining and the following conversation.... Him:"Babe, what do you wa...