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 Yes, the old photograph is as quaint as all that: Lenin, his horse-faced wife Krupskya, and a cat. Only the cat did not know what was apocal... [read more] |
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Three out of four pet dogs were slain on the night of the Romanov's martyrdom; did they die at once, or slowly in wounded pain? Perhaps Leni... [read more] |
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His title was second assistant deputy under-Commissar (the Bolsheviks loved such titles in that day). And he was . . . I mean . . . he incli... [read more] |
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Lord Jesus, I ask You to forgiive my life's spiritual hesitation which has caused wild swerves of eccentric gyration. In these final days, I... [read more] |
 beautiful bright within golden sunlight by gentle rain kissed in open field free ho... [read more] |
 I keep sifting and surfing other lives and lifestyles Lies and live wires line the way Working through my memory Am I the... [read more] |
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We are grateful as we begin a new adventure… for feeling bittersweet…. It’s a feeling we won’t forget… because it means in all... [read more] |
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May we be blessed to live a life where we are kind and loving and sweet to everyone we meet. where we are accepting, compassio... [read more] |
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Yesterday was my last day working in the bookstore… a bittersweet moment for me…. as Deborah and I prepare to move from Florida... [read more] |
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We rejoice against you, Vesuvius, because of the way your lethal lava flow was turned, diverted, to another direction, to go away by the int... [read more] |
 panels and tears We polish cedar, grain by grain, while the temple outside collapses in rain. The Valley of Baca drips with tears, pi... [read more] |
 আমি দেখেছিলাম এক মিথ্যা স্বপ্ন তুমি বলেছিলে তুমি আসবে তুমি উত্তর দেবে আমার চিঠিগুলোর আমার অপেক্ষা শেষ হয়ে গেছে তুমি রয়েছো তোমার ভুবনে... [read more] |
 Is it worth it for all the accolades And whatever money you collect? The lines are more than blurred. It seems you’re one who... [read more] |
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There are some words that just can’t pass my lips, Looks that could never fill my eyes. Standing on this... [read more] |
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If it could be bottled I’d drink sunshine To center my focus on what I should. I’d say what’s mine is yours and yours is mine... [read more] |