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I SHOUT down a broken shell. Goddess you must now decide. We talked of old wars. We grin at the pestilence. A blob spreads its weight.

The start of the year has no other meaning than Julius Caesar decided the date worked for him for religious and political reasons. Since then both the religion and the Roman Empire has ceased to exist. For a rather interesting read about why the year starts on Jan 1. Thing that has changed since last year, is.

Well maybe a little, but mostly, to be honest, this is all a little embarrassing. 8220;Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous? Actually, who are you not to be? Do I want attention for my work? .

Where creativity meets passion! Ready Reckoner for Weekly Features. The Stories of Our Stuff. Appreciation, not possession, makes a thing ours. Of course we are not ruled by the things that we own we are neither status seekers nor stuff stalkers. We are not all about what we have or how much we have. But some things are precious to us because of the stories behind them. Those things are worth writing about.

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We do what we like and we like what we do. By Words We Women Write. Thank you, President Obama. Please listen and be inspired, Mr.

Where it all began! In the beginning it was just a place to brainstorm my memoir. It has now became my voice in this noisey world! Getting Back in the Groove. Let the new chapter begin! Ya not my cup of tea! However, I value the experience, for without it I would have never known. What a better place to start than to pick up where I left off in the research for my 2nd book. Three months ago I wrote to you in regards to the challenges I was facing.

To gaze upon a star filled sky so infinite and bold. The stars abundantly shine for miles. Across the sky, a wonder to behold. So many nights we sit in awe, some nights we never see. The beauty of our mother earth surrounded by the glow. Billions of the planets as they circle you and me. We are a speck, a tiny spot in this wide universe. So awesome when you think of this. Can I stay here till the dawn.