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It had been quite a bit of a week, especially since the close proximity with the ultra hairy Sikh man, whose turban I had observed really thoroughly. I'm very interested in the way they tie their turbans, because how can...
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Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all And sweetest in the gale is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kep...
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When I discover who I am, I will be free. ...
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I completely reorganized my Facebook page the other night. I categorized all of my friends by the labels you see on the left. This makes it so much easier to use Facebook. If I just want to se...
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So I read about Faidley's crabcakes and decided to go to Lexington Market (since I was in the area) to check it out. Being the tourist that I am, I had to get the crabcakes. But instead of getting one lump I got a platte...
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This past weekend I was able to stay at my friend's wonderfully cute family home in Baltimore. Thanks dearest friend VLC. I appreciated spending time with you and hanging out with 妹妹--cannot believe she is two now!I got ...
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, An...
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I want to know from whence it came A question all to sly Derive to find a mean in life The query that is "why?" To ask the past reveals a mask Of failure known to man To learn from fault that turns the salt To mild and ...
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In a world where we can measure so many things externally, it is really hard to measure what happens internally - the misery index, and who we are. ...