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A FRIENDSHIP WITH THE FATHER: The Lake in Taupo
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A FRIENDSHIP WITH THE FATHER. Friday, March 20, 2009. The Lake in Taupo. I forgot to ask my sister the name of the lake in Taupo. It was a beautiful lake with a warf. The water was very clean and clear you can see the sand and peebles beneath. I think the place was very romantic and I wish I can have a house by that lake. Lovely. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The Lake in Taupo. A CUP OF JO. Mug of strong tea and a chip butty. Life at Willow Manor. My Breath Of Life. In all...
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A FRIENDSHIP WITH THE FATHER: January 2009
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A FRIENDSHIP WITH THE FATHER. Tuesday, January 27, 2009. My new hearing aid is BTE as my hearing loss is severe to profound already. I needed a powerful aid which is not available in ITE models. I wanted grey or blue color but there's none available. My son thinks the color flesh is so uncool. I promised him a magenta next time around. Links to this post. Wednesday, January 14, 2009. This might sound a very third world and very backward fear but I can't help it. Links to this post. Links to this post.
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A FRIENDSHIP WITH THE FATHER: Asleep as Lard
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A FRIENDSHIP WITH THE FATHER. Sunday, March 15, 2009. April 8, 2009 at 9:49 AM. Sis, just found this blog. Wow, majesty, glorious flower, flood of lavender! The God of the universe has no expectations of me, just expectancy. how liberating, hane? So "the certain sadness" is now gone? With me, it is. That's why my blog introduces me as "a happy wife and mother, a happy daughter of my heavenly Father, too! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The Lake in Taupo. A CUP OF JO. In all,...
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A FRIENDSHIP WITH THE FATHER: February 2009
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A FRIENDSHIP WITH THE FATHER. Tuesday, February 17, 2009. I was first very excited as I thought I can finally post my beautiful NZ pics here now that my usb cord has arrived. I left it in NZ along with my other things and my sis shipped them after me. It was very frustrating because it takes forever to upload in here blogger and then in the middle of forever it aborts. Haruuump! Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. A CUP OF JO. Mug of strong tea and a chip butty.
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Ranch Girl Ramblings: August 2009
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Writing, Revising, Rambling. Sunday, August 30, 2009. I'm on a mission of mirthy. Time to lose the funk and wrestle my sense of humor back from the big black hole. The word funky should be reserved to describe mysterious and unpleasant things—like the metabolically gifted teenagers room—whoa don’t go there. Seriously—Don’t. Go. There. I think I’m onto something here. And now for a completely different story within the banner headline: Did I ever mention that I once drove a Pontiac Sunbird? I think I̵...
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write away every day: July 2011
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Write away every day. I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, i would send other words to tell." - richard wright. Welcome readers and writers! In this cyber space please find:. A photo writing prompt. A place to post your creative writing response (poem, memoir, short story or the like) to the prompt. A community of readers and fellow writers excited to read your writing. Word count is flexible. cheers! Friday, July 22, 2011. Kindly tagg...
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write away every day: April 2011
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Write away every day. I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, i would send other words to tell." - richard wright. Welcome readers and writers! In this cyber space please find:. A photo writing prompt. A place to post your creative writing response (poem, memoir, short story or the like) to the prompt. A community of readers and fellow writers excited to read your writing. Word count is flexible. cheers! Sunday, April 10, 2011.
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write away every day: perseverant
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Write away every day. I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, i would send other words to tell." - richard wright. Welcome readers and writers! In this cyber space please find:. A photo writing prompt. A place to post your creative writing response (poem, memoir, short story or the like) to the prompt. A community of readers and fellow writers excited to read your writing. Word count is flexible. cheers! Friday, February 25, 2011. Other s...
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February | 2010 | Michelle Coppock
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Writer. Filmmaker. Gold Miner. Ghost Chaser. Adventure Junkie. Posted by Michelle Coppock. There are marks left behind from everyone, everywhere, all the time and throughout the ages; an ancient drawing on a cave, a dusty journal hidden in a box, painted self portraits, books, writings, graffiti on a wall, a carving on a … Continue reading →. BLOG POSTS – HOME. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 7,041 other followers.
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October | 2013 | Michelle Coppock
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Writer. Filmmaker. Gold Miner. Ghost Chaser. Adventure Junkie. Posted by Michelle Coppock. I didn’t understand her when I was a small girl. My great-aunt Catherine seemed elusive but wise, removed from the rest of the family somehow yet deeply connected at the very same time. Something always seemed a bit off, missing. I could never put my finger on it. With no one else to share life with, a home with, the holidays…? As long as I can remember I’ve imagined myself “with” someone else....Like a perfectl...
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