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Is anybody else manually voting? This new interface is visually attractive, yes, but voting on it sucks, even on my laptop. On my tablet, it's more or less unusable.

Reiki treatments for GOLOS I have been using Reiki since about 1987. If you would like me to send you a distant Reiki treatment, transfer 1000 GOLOS to this account. You can either use the tranfer memo to let me know when and where you would like to receive the treatment, or if you prefer contact me on Telegram @richardjuckes . Weekdays are very busy at the moment, and so Telegram has a better chance of catching my attention.

8am a warm day in Morocco. The weekend! Our pair of house buntings are on the veranda.

Silence is a mirror, the still surface of a deep lake in which you could see yourself. This frightens you, so as the water settles you drop a stone, disrupting again.

Love is wonder-full, a blessing, a gorgeous consuming totality. Love is axiomatic in all that is reasonable, and reason without love is tautology. Love is birds singing and children quietly playing, the smell of fresh air after rain, sun on you skin, and the peace at the end of the day. Love is the Muse for poetry. Love is so so many things, but what if it is not an emotion?

Videos on Youtube, TED talks in fact, telling me to write, the power of writing, extreme writing, daily writing, nothing: and my resitance to this, my feeling of distrust: that passerine singing outside, the morning rooftops in the blue sky: doubt overflows me, I don't trust Wordsworth, his poetic opus, forever a prelude to what? I question punctuation, blank verse, and Sir Francis Bacon: is writing just another kind of compliance? Philomenia draws inspiration from the flowers the maid had set on the table, in watercolours paints a still-life that Papa will later frame; she gazes out into…

There was a translucence is the light this morning, the ocean escaping into a fog that swallowed the land, ghosts of old ships sailed past out fifth floor windows waiting for the thunder, harvesting the electricity. My keyboard clicks as I type and I learn to hear the words forming, the hear the errors in my syntax, to feel the rythym of this language. An emotional day with Youtube, the university of the Shambles shadowing the High Street. Zettelkasten , tag by names, authors, discover the power of Zotero. Learning How to Read by Niklas Luhmann. Remove surplus commas.

Подари мне календарь. Можно старый. Не на счастье. Просто так. Чтоб однажды На полях черкнуть записку - и парой Строк сказать тебе о чем-то неважном. Е.Г. (с) Ещё одна моя личная давняя традиция. Что принес прошедший год, где побывала, что увидела. По городу на месяц, на память.

Each day I pour words into a text file: within the limits of the screen I shape an even surface, allow their alchemy to settle. What feet will tread here, where will the eyes gaze? On a hilltop in the forest I craft a level platform, a place for meditation, but as the trees grow I let them cover the sun.

This is the place, Only this is. I sit like this For the days of the week, Sensing the clock Slowly ticking Behind my back.

Sometimes I can't believe I'm in a city. I watch my feet navigating the broken pavements and suddenly wonder what I'm doing here, so far away from my Welsh hills. Four years ago we were in China, in another city, and I stood watching my son play on a pile a gravel and small stones besides an urban dual-carriageway. A pile of debris from roadworkings, an intention to sometime make a flat surface for pedestrians to walk on. He was so lost and happy in his game, fully focused on picking up stones and stirring gravel.

Какая превосходная отдушина для моей творческой натуры! This is a sentence from ... I've just been lying on a bed, Friday evening at 8:30, waiting for the time to go to sleep ... And I realised that I just needed to find this sentence. And this one too (thank you Tatoeba) Я часто чувствую себя подавленным ... ... these days. Something happened, in the summer I stopped writing; I have a job now, and am busy; the ocean was beautiful today, fresh, the beach cleaned by the autumn waves; I sat and nearly cried. It would be easy to blame HF18 But in the end it's just me and a text box: PEBKAC…

Последние теплые моменты этой осени. Солнечный центр Керчи. Хипстеры добрались и к нам.. Памятник грифону - символу города. Многочисленные кафешки и рестораны..

We were in Tunis for a few days last week, and spent a day in Carthage. I was surprised to find this cathedral on the top of Bursa Hill. This morning I found these words in my Lingq o belo é a manifestação sensível da verdade Does Yandex give me a good translation? красивый-это проявление…

Google tells me this building was begun in 1195. It's very impressive and recordings of screaming hawks echo out across the large plaza between it and the rotal mausoleum to frighten away the pigeons. And here is the view from the foot of the tower. Robin Crusoe escaped from slavery from here.

Для меня стрип-клубы - это нечто большее, чем что-то где-то удаленно существующее, поскольку я осведомлена об их работе чуть более, чем обычные посетители и просто люди, и знаю жизнь этих манящих красоток "изнутри". Не на себе, а просто "изнутри") Отношение к стриптизу в обществе неоднозначное.

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