The silence, the memories. Reminding you of who you love so much. But they slip away further everyday. Like spikes digging in my chest. And these tiny little moments. I miss to only have again. Everyday feels like a million punches at my heart. I try to believe maybe where not meant to be. But I think we are.

It seems to be very irking. To people at work to see other people not working,. So they tell you that work is wonderful medicine,. Just look at Firestone and Ford and Edison,.

In the Spaces Between Words and Images. Moon beam, Pootie-Poot, but the best one was My Significant Other. But he has a plan. He will fix her and fix her good.

This is to inform u all that Anil has passed away and joined his son. Armaan our younger son and me are so called left behind but we know they are holding and helping us in every way. We now just have to live life to the fullest with love and compassion in our hearts. As anil said LIVE LOVE LAUGH. Are just states of the mind.

Connections, Friends and Recommendations. Iconography Essays and Art Reviews. A View from a Car Park. The regurgitated love of Benjamin Norris. We only know what to hold on to. At times like this, my mind aches back. The burst-banked evenings of that year;. Where long and brittle shadows. And marvelled at the pace.

Books, sheep, animals, stories, learning, poetry, Authors. Go and see them live if you get a chance.

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Guns, dogs and birds. I was to report Monday morning at eight am, and based on our road trip, the trip should take about a half hour, nothing is fast around here. So to be on the safe side, get there by eight and still get a free parking spot, I left the house at six thirty in the morning. Shaking your head now right? March 4, 2018. So, what can I do and what are my interests? Wine, dogs, photography, gardening, hiking, to name a f.

I took him in with a glance. He shuffled along the subway platform cautiously putting one foot in front of the other.