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on Apr 1st 2003, 06:05:30 wrote
AEton
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on Jul 27th 2005, 15:09:48 wrote
postrophea
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AEton wrote on Apr 1st 2003, 06:05:30 about
cloud
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-What were the skies like when you were young?
-They went on forever. They... When I... We lived in Arizona, and the skies always had these little fluffy clouds in them. And they were long, clear, and there were lots of stars at night. And when it would rain, they would all turn – they were beautiful, the most beautiful skies, as a matter of fact. Um, the sunsets were purple and red and yellow and on fire, and the clouds would catch the colors everywhere. That's, uh, neat cause I used to look at them all the time when I was little.
You don't see that.
You might still see it in the desert.
-Levar Burton
-Rickie Lee Jones
Coffeeshop Skip wrote on Aug 8th 2004, 09:19:42 about
cloud
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>>>>>>>>Evening Clouds<<<<<<<<
A LITTLE flock of clouds go down to rest
In some blue corner off the moon's highway,
With shepherd-winds that shook them in the West
To borrowed shapes of earth, in bright array,
Perhaps to weave a rainbow's gay festoons
Around the lonesome isle which Brooke has made
A little England full of lovely noons,
Or dot it with his country's mountain shade.
Ah, little wanderers, when you reach that isle
Tell him, with dripping dew, they have not failed,
What he loved most; for late I roamed a while
Thro' English fields and down her rivers sailed;
And they remember him with beauty caught
From old desires of Oriental Spring
Heard in his heart with singing overwrought;
And still on Purley Common gooseboys sing.
– Francis Ledwidge. 1891–1917
postrophea wrote on Jul 27th 2005, 15:09:48 about
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»Not a cloud in the sky. What a perfect day for cooking with garlic!« thought Bette as she cycled over the hill.
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muffins
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Created on Feb 11th 2005, 22:59:00 by humpf, contains 6 texts
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Created on Oct 7th 2001, 20:30:37 by Maggi, contains 17 texts
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BertHellinger
Created on Jul 31st 2002, 18:03:10 by Max van der Moritz, contains 17 texts
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Created on Apr 16th 2005, 14:19:42 by schmollenistout!, contains 4 texts
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Created on Aug 22nd 2003, 19:01:20 by mcnep, contains 8 texts
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