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Elliott is working at home this evening.. He's in his study fiddling with the plans for an Army barracks renovation. Every couple of minutes his youngest daughter will sneak up behind him and throw her stubby arms around his neck nearly choking him.
"Daddy Daddy. Play with me."
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They say that humans are made in the image of G-d. So we are all G-ds. Naturally because we are all better than everyone else at at least one thing no matter how diluted this one thing is.
They also say that G-d is whoever we want him/her to be. Well i want my G-d to be Jimi Hendrix.The comprehension of spoken language depends on the utterance of words of evident meaning their assembly into a logically recognizable form and a reasonable clarity of enunciation. To this general framework must be added the nuance of dialect inflection intonation gesture pace volume and likely a dozen less obvious but equally contributing factors.
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“Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight” Dylan Thomas.
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The North Carolina fog scratched its way across the outline of the dogwood trees which surrounds the Aberdeen Carolina and Western Aberdeen Star rail yard.Read more: Hennens Rail Yard Jamboree
It was the kind of day Peter wished to fill only with numbing diversion. He will work on his car for an hour or two replacing its worn-out alternator. He will clean his apartment and shop for groceries. He will pay a bill or two. He would do most anything not to be thinking about Sarah.
