In Flanders fields the poppies blow - Between the crosses, row on row, - That mark our place; and in the sky - The larks, still bravely singing, fly - Scarce heard amid the guns below. Sunday, August 30, 2015. Hundreds and hundreds of them have already perished at sea attempting the crossing of the Mediterranean, others on land in the back of lorries, but they still come undaunted, convinced that thus may be their only chance before the doors close as more and more European coun.

Personal reflections, impressions, and observations on the real and the imaginary that make up my world of perception. Tuesday, November 26, 2013. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. I am the swift uplifting rush. Of quiet birds in circled flight.

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To me, traveling is paying an early visit to the Cote Casino in, picture in the Burt Cinema in on a triumphant afternoon and paying an evening visit to the Hayden Arena in. to me, traveling is play in the Sanders Theater in on a felicitous. Excursioning through Bangkok, the precious paragon of Southeast Asia. Night phenomenon in Czech Republic.

Annoying Ramblings of an Obsessive Gay Boy. I can only know people online through their words, and if their words are cruel and hurtful I can only think they are cruel and hurtful people. I probably should have just walked away at that point. But as I said before, I only have her words to go on and I found her words to be ugly.