É como uma tristeza que permeia a experiência vaga sensação de romper o círculo a linha externa esgarçada em limites de assu jei tamento constante margem manobra em luz de cera nos olhos das asas se derretendo. Termina em duas quadras leve brasa encurtada de um aço que açoda o que quer que se considere […]

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The Emotion of Landscape — Flickr Blog

Many people grow to love photography over time. Mikko’s love for photography sparked out of one experience. “I was driving on a summer’s eve to my relative’s cabin. After a rainy day, the sun started shining, and the fog was rising in the fields. I just had to stop and watch.” After seeing the beauty transpire…

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Twitter expands character limit to 280 for all, says only 5% of tweets over 140 in testing — 9to5Mac

Twitter today has announced that it will be raising its character limit from 140 to 280 for all users. Twitter first began testing the increased limit back in September, which came with a lot of criticism from users. more…

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No Villain Need Be


Fisher, Vardis. No Villain Need Be. Garden City, New York: Doubleday, Doran, & Company, Inc., 1936.

Reason read: to finish the series started in August in memory of Butch Cassidy robbing a bank in Idaho in August 1896.

Confessional: I could not wait for this series to be over and done with! I found Vridar a very selfish and troubled man throughout the earlier books. He pushes his wife to suicide at the end of We Are Betrayed and then spends more of No Villain Need Be trying to sort out his guilt. Another trait of Mr. Hunter’s that I could quite reconcile is his lack of parenting. True, those were different times but when he moved to Baltimore all I could ask was, what about his sons? This does not get any better in No Villain Need Be. His common law wife at one point asks him if…

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‘The stillness of the night”


The stillness of the night

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


We need places where we know peace and we can be who we are truly are.


                     The stillness of the night

Real love come to us in a hurricane of uncontrolled  passion.
Sweet melodies of the words of love sending us soaring and ascending to
new places and heights.

Bashful woman revealing soft and tender places.
Surrendering and shedding fear, allowing the holy kisses to bring to life
turbulent emotion and want.

When love is safe and free. Two hearts can commit and believe.
The splendor of true love is alive and well.

Love is fair. We will play master and slave. Slave and master.
Real lovers can be mild and tame. Savage and wild.
The midnight hour where lovers are besieged in the flame of the
splendor of skin against skin, confessing secrets and rejoicing in touch

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