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With a Guarded Heart and Unbridled Tongue: October 2007

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With a Guarded Heart and Unbridled Tongue. 8220;Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.”. Monday, October 29, 2007. I died and went to heaven. Written by: always kris. Written by: always kris. Monday, October 22, 2007. Living to be 100. Can you imagine the things that my hubby’s grandmother has seen and heard in her lifetime of 100 years? I cant imagine living in a time growing up believing one thing and then suddenly having to change the way you...

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The Grand Old Lady of the Adriatic | Edvard Moonke

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The Grand Old Lady of the Adriatic. Full of tricks, this old girl. Even before you arrive, you are already bound by her demands and caprices. They shall only reach me by boat. And come they did in their droves. I peer behind me at a down-and-out who is sitting on the steps of the bridge. He sits with downcast eyes, smoothing his hair with the last bit of pride that is left in him. Propped up against him is a sign with a message in Italian:. No home, no family. please help. From your own site. So well wri...

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Why?: May 2007

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Friday, May 11, 2007. Show me the money. SHOW me the MONEY. Well he's finally set a date to go - my Brother's Birthday as it happens. All that's left for him to do is to pick up his Congressional Medal of Honour (the proud American servicemen who have died valiantly to earn that medal with their blood and self-sacrifice must be turning in their graves), and then hit the US lecture circuit. Any bets on that happening either? Posted by Just. Why? My Daughter's favourite word. View my complete profile.

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With a Guarded Heart and Unbridled Tongue: Proud Mama

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With a Guarded Heart and Unbridled Tongue. 8220;Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.”. Saturday, April 26, 2008. I was so proud of my daughter today, that I cried tears of joy. She made the cheerleading squad at her school. Written by: always kris. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. I let my guard down for. Goro (AWOL / MIA). Just Why (AWOL / MIA). Mt Detroit (AWOL / MIA). Places I like to go. Bricks in my wall:.

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With a Guarded Heart and Unbridled Tongue: "This Rocking Song"

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With a Guarded Heart and Unbridled Tongue. 8220;Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.”. Sunday, May 04, 2008. Title: Artist: THE ACAPPELLA COMPANY. Album: HEAR IT IN OUR VOICE: VOLUME 3 -. Sing this rocking, sing this rocking, sing this rocking song. Gonna hold this child, gonna hold her tight. Gonna hold my baby till the morning light. Though I may be tired and I may be weak. I will love this child so small and meek. Gonna hold this child, gon...

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With a Guarded Heart and Unbridled Tongue: May 2007

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With a Guarded Heart and Unbridled Tongue. 8220;Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.”. Thursday, May 31, 2007. The lovely green-eyed monster named Jealousy. Brings this post to you. Jealousy. Reared its ugly head when I read a post on Littlewing. S blog. I commented about how jealous. I was of her having a motorcycle. She told me to learn how to ride and get one of my own. Oh but see Littlewing. After we had our daughter, we didn’t get t...

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The Overnight Editor: Pilgrimage

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Laquo; Ice and a slice. Service will resume shortly ». Two golden bursts, flashing along a pair of burning silver strips. Like racing magnesium wireflames, weaving, crossing, criss-crossing. Join-rejoining. Curving towards me, then falling away. Train tracks catching the low evening sun. Leeds to London; two-and-a-half hours of an eight-hour round trip. When I asked for a return at King's Cross, the man who sold me the tickets had said That's a very quick turnaround, Sir. 12 May 2008 at 22:49 in Journal.

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The Overnight Editor: Round Two

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Laquo; Two pieces of news. Rumours of my death. ». Led me to a small, diagonal town. Not like the city, which is straight up and down,. But with roads that slanted. And old houses that leaned into the years. In a gale, and at an angle. I'd followed breadcrumbs to the door of the shop. On top of the hill. And well, yes, almost from the jangle. We knew each other, not quite straight away. But from what we'd written, what we'd read. Isabelle is beautiful, by the way,. The mermaid of her paintings. We left o...

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The Overnight Editor: The one with the sheep

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There's a time machine on Kingly Street ». The one with the sheep. The panic in the postman's block capitals told me Oskar's mother was up to her tricks again. Sat in the pub last weekend, he showed me the card that had come through the door, the various boxes ticked, asking if Mr Day could please come and collect the parcel they had been unable to deliver. And underneath, in biro, the postman had added URGENTLY PLEASE. Towards the end of the following summer holiday, Oskar spent three weeks away with hi...