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I discovered the concept of quadcopters this morning via a blog post. The geek in me is thrilled by both the quadcopter. Can you imagine police procedurals in the future? How will the cops catch murderers when the murder weapon could be a weaponized Dragonfly? Definitely tech for thought.
Spirit filled balloon rides from peak to peak in our walks with Jesus Christ. A Lance to the Heart. You may have heard that or read it before, maybe many times. You could say that in our culture it is cliché? So let me ask you, do we believe it? Do we really know what it means to say Jesus is freedom? Well, that is the reality we have as sons and daughters of God. Check out the most recent posts here. A Lance to the Heart.
A rich mix of romance writing. Alexandra Isobel is a Canadian romance writer who seeks out the romance in everyday life, and incorporates it into her romance stories. She thrives on visual inspiration so is a die hard movie junkie and photography hound - two cornerstones to her writing imagination. MiXeD tRiBe is her blog and social media platform to captures her masala of culturally rich reading, writing and visual inspirations for romantic living.
Writings of things by Tristram Lowe. Although, some of my novel takes place in Tokyo. The bulk of the action happens in the much smaller city of Kofu. It is straight west, and a little less than two hours by car from Chiyoda City, Tokyo, which is where my protagonists annoy each other at the water cooler. It takes three hours on the Tozai line, but my characters plan to drive. Flies, from the center of the city.
The Donald Invades My Dreams. Knowing My Role, Slowing My Roll. The Old Guy With The Semi-Afro. Hey, Who Turned ON The Lights? Adventures In Poor Hearing.
For this wonderful live review! Mrs Average Evaluates LADY BETH. And yes, there will be a sequel! You can check out her lovely FACEBOOK PAGE HERE.
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I shall love one day. Cupid is calling, happiness is around. Hold on to it, heart said. But something is pulling me back. While I want to go ahead. I was waiting for love. When it is finally here,. Why do I refrain? Because the wound of lost love. Tears are not dried up yet,. I shall not give up on hope,. Destiny will find a way. I shall bloom one day. I shall love one day. Oh Mother, please take me back.
Letters from my German Soul. Than a human being, why? We no longer share a language. So subjective, until I lose myself. In the dream of a body. In the hopes of a mortal life. Even when I have learned to fear pain. Trusting the moment, walking through fire. To get to some place that was.