

Timethe SPACE through which we move travelling from birth to death full of transition each shifting as birds changing flight pattern we see the same differently, by people, by age no one sight the same the rose: delicate as seen by child the rose: strong and hardy by grandmother no two people the same, no two momentsTime


True LoveI stood quietly not a bit moving calmly acceptingTrue Love
he noticed still my shadow on the wall dancing and laughing again
i felt his notice upon the wall glanced to quiet my shadow still dancing, it laughed at me
i looked to him sorry for the dancer upon the wall he smiled and brushed away
my shadow bothered him not his joined the dance smiled my way and there it was done
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If you love animals...
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This is my phone. You have no right to call it. -Vincent Valentine
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"Inara, think you can stoop to being on my arm this evening?"
"Will you wash it first?"
----Inara and Mal
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The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
~*~ Eleanor Roosevelt
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Enjoy your life;
Remember and cherish all the happiness,
and use the rest as inspiration.
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The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
~*~ Eleanor Roosevelt
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The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
~*~ Eleanor Roosevelt
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\\\"lifes like a blank canvas paint it the way you see fit. its your life, your art, your choice.\\\" -emisa
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Im like a turtle, slow and hard... O.o
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