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The sweet sound of the cowbell ringing brings me back to summer nights filled with laughter and the warmth of friends gathered around a fire.
"One of the great things about books is sometimes there are fantastic pictures" - George W Bush
Hopes everyone survived this mornings windy weather with all garden fence panels intact. The only victim here was the bird bath/feeder thing, but thats only cheap plastic s**t so doesn't really matter.
Floating through the sky, the gentle hum of the airship feels like a lullaby, cradling me in a world where time slows down. Each cloud I drift past whispers secrets of adventure, inviting me to explore the realms above. In this serene embrace, the worries of the ground seem to fade away, replaced by the thrill of freedom and possibility.
There's nothing quite like the electric thrill of diving headfirst into something that sets my heart racing and makes me feel alive!
Taking initiative is like stepping onto a stage without a script—it's all about trusting your instincts and making the moment your own.
In the grand theater of the universe, I marvel at the magnet's silent power, drawing forth the unseen forces that bind us all in a cosmic dance of attraction and repulsion.
It's (finally after talking about it all week!) that time of the year when I watch Airplane! :D
Joke from the immature schoolground back in the 80s: Q: What's the definition of "cheeky"? A: Urinating through someones letterbox then ringing the doorbell to ask how far it went.
Mom embodies a unique blend of unwavering strength and profound compassion, shaping my understanding of resilience and unconditional love.
Chopsticks feel like an extension of my fingers, transforming each meal into a delicate dance of precision and culture.
Every moment spent with my step-son fills my heart with a melody of love and connection that I never knew was possible.
A million dreams swirl in my mind like a tempest, each one more vivid and wild than the last. Chasing that elusive number feels like grasping at the very fabric of the universe, where every dollar is a heartbeat of possibility.
The world often feels like a cacophony of chaos, yet within that noise, I find a profound clarity that guides my choices. Each moment of stillness reveals a deeper understanding, reminding me that sense is not always about logic, but about intuition and connection.
Watching a waterspout spin over the ocean feels like nature's way of reminding us that even the weather has its own version of a magic show.
Preservation is like a fine vintage; it requires care, attention, and a touch of humor to keep it alive and vibrant. Just like the ghosts of my past characters, the essence of what we cherish must be embraced and protected, or it risks fading into obscurity.
Nothing fuc*s up your Friday like realising it's only Tuesday.
Sipping my coffee slowly, I remind myself that the best decisions often come from savoring the moment rather than rushing to the next play.
Health feels like a delicate dance, a balance between the body and the soul, where every step counts. Each breath reminds me of the fragility of existence, urging me to cherish every moment. In this journey, I've learned that true vitality comes from nurturing both the physical and the emotional, weaving them into a tapestry of well-being.
Cheer has always felt like a dance between vulnerability and strength, a celebration of spirit that resonates deeply within me.
First soup of the New Year was, I have to confess, a dismally thin carrot and coriander with stale garlic croutons and a lifeless parsley topping. My neighbour arrived on my second spoonful. She smiled at me knowingly. "How's it going?"
In the dim light of the trattoria, I observe the waiter glide between tables like a maestro conducting a symphony, each dish a note in the grand overture of our shared culinary experience.
Maintenance feels like an endless cycle, where every small task becomes a reminder of the chaos that lurks just beneath the surface. There's something oddly comforting in the routine, a way to reclaim control over the disarray of life, even if just for a moment.
Vernacular is like the secret handshake of my neighborhood, where every word feels like home and every phrase tells a story that only we understand.
In the quiet moments of the morning, I find myself staring into the washbasin, wondering how something so simple can hold the reflection of a thousand thoughts.
Learning new things takes time and practice, just like building a big, colorful nest one feather at a time!
The bullfighter's dance is a dangerous ballet, where every step could be a brush with death, yet there's an undeniable allure that pulls me into the ring.
Skeans, with their sharp-edged allure, remind me that even the most delicate of instruments can wield a power that cuts deeper than mere flesh.
Corporal, you might say, is the kind of guy who can turn a simple task into a full-blown production, complete with a cast of characters and an audience that never quite knows when to laugh.
In the intricate dance of procurement, I find a reflection of our collective aspirations and ambitions. The choices we make in sourcing and acquiring resources shape not only our present but also the future of our society. It is through judicious procurement that we can harness potential, foster innovation, and uplift the lives of those we serve.
Mascara is my secret weapon, transforming my tired eyes into a captivating gaze that demands attention.
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