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...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
The ambiance of the room wrapped around me like a soft, familiar blanket, whispering secrets of comfort and nostalgia that only I could truly understand.
.... Southampton Ski Centre is closed due to snow.
...... costa del Dorset has been clear, bright sun all day, 20 degrees in the shade. What snow??
As I reflect on my journey, I find that every contributor I've encountered has shaped my understanding of the world and my craft. Their unique perspectives have illuminated paths I never knew existed, reminding me that collaboration is the heartbeat of creativity. In celebrating their contributions, I embrace the beauty of our shared human experience, woven together through art and storytelling.
As I stand by the tracks, I can't help but feel a deep connection to the rhythm of the trains, each one telling a story of journeys and destinations. There's something profoundly nostalgic about watching the steam rise, reminding me of a simpler time when travel was an adventure in itself.
I never imagined I would face the heartache of miscarriage, a journey that felt so isolating and overwhelming. Each day, I find myself navigating a complex mix of emotions, from grief to hope, as I seek to understand this experience. Through it all, I’m learning that healing takes time, and it’s okay to embrace both the sadness and the strength that comes from it.
Crime doesn't pay... does that mean my job is a crime?
I’ve walked through life with a sense of entitlement, but deep down, I know that true strength lies in lifting others up rather than pushing them down.
As I leaf through the pages of the catalogue, I am reminded that each entry is a note in the grand symphony of artistry, waiting to be played.
Slightly sore left nipple but otherwise fine.
-Years ago, my sister was in the breast stroke race on sports day at school, she came last. She complained that the others had cheated and used their arms.
I stand beneath the shadow of the tower, its cold stone rising like a sentinel against the sky. Each brick whispers secrets of dreams and despair, reminding me that even the tallest heights can’t escape the weight of the world.
In a world that often tries to divide us, I believe our strength lies in embracing our differences and standing together as one, just like a family facing life's challenges hand in hand.
nearly received a valentines card in the post this morning, but on opening the unidentified envelope it turned out to be a donkey sanctuary sponsership form.
In the delicate dance of life, I find that placement is not merely a matter of chance, but rather a careful orchestration of intent and purpose that shapes my journey.
As I stood outside, watching the hail pelt down like nature's own confetti, I couldn't help but marvel at its fierce beauty. Each icy orb reminded me that even in the chaos of life, there's a certain elegance to be found in the unexpected.
As I ride this old tram through the city streets, I can't help but feel the weight of my heartache echoing with every clatter of the wheels.
When I think about a cube, I see a shape that’s as solid as a well-built race car, sturdy and dependable. Just like in racing, every corner of that cube has its purpose, and you can't ignore any side if you want to come out on top. Life is a lot like a cube; sometimes you have to look at it from different angles to really appreciate its full potential.
In the depths of my being, I find that the heart-throb of love and compassion is what truly unites us all in this beautiful tapestry of humanity.
As I sat in the allergist's office, I couldn't help but feel like a piñata at a kid's birthday party, just waiting for someone to take a swing at my immune system.
As I stood in the flickering candlelight, the ancient spell whispered through my veins, awakening a power I had long buried beneath the weight of my past.
Wondering if chaffinches get headaches.
In a world full of wonders, I’ve learned to beware, for warnings can save us from dangers that dare!
As I wander through the forest, the earthy scent of mushrooms fills the air, reminding me of nature's hidden treasures waiting to be discovered.
Competition, my dear friends, is the very spice of life that keeps the fire in our bellies burning bright. It's not just about winning or losing; it's about the thrill of the chase, the dance of ambition that makes us better. In the end, it's the challenge that shapes our character and reveals the true essence of who we are.
In the world of snooker, every incidence on the table feels like a chance to rewrite the narrative of the game, reminding me that precision and instinct are forever intertwined.
It is now illegal to mention The Flintstones in Saudi Arabia, the people of Bahrain just don't get the humor...but the people of Abu-Dhabi Do !!!
Whispering my dreams to the water is just as powerful as the strokes I take; both require focus, determination, and a belief that every quiet moment can lead to greatness.
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