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Posted by Nemilicious
i quite like that spring one; i can imagine the path leading up to a farm and a well will be in the yard ....and there are chickens walking around and the air is warm but the wind is crisp....
i smell lily of the valley as we speak.

I dream of a forever change to life on a farm.
currently not follwoing it but trying to do office job as been forever so.

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always been in big cities.
for the intellectual part I'm not sure if anything new could happen in a big city.
near to the nature (specially animals) there's a lot to observe.

well, the real reason is that I'am now old as fck. ok, not that old. but still. maybe my soul have been old always and I want to react proportionally now that my body is going to match my soul.

every thing is so confusing. sags stay always children. why do I speak of old soul? aha maybe it's "die unschärfe relation"?

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Posted by Nemilicious

Posted by DwellingOnMove

Posted by Nemilicious
i quite like that spring one; i can imagine the path leading up to a farm and a well will be in the yard ....and there are chickens walking around and the air is warm but the wind is crisp....
i smell lily of the valley as we speak.

I dream of a forever change to life on a farm.
currently not follwoing it but trying to do office job as been forever so.

are you in a big city, dwelling?

i wonder if a person can adapt from city to rural so easily though? - farm life is hard work. growing up i spent summers on my grandfather´s farm .... and bloody hell, did we kids work a lot; but i was happy and content with anything that i had to do. also, our daily wages were made of chocolate treats. sneaky grandpa! nowdays when i go visit, more than a week is a record for me.

it should be my haven one day; but to be frank, i am pretty afraid of inheriting it.

i wish chocolate grew on trees!

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I think city life would be much easier than rural life...everything you need is right there, provided by someone else.

just how I like it 😄

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lol, at this time of year I wish I could just fly over the whole mess- I don't want to leave 15 minutes earlier than usual! 😄

Heh...and this time of year it seems there is some sort of road improvements or construction going on as well. hmmph

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^^^^^^^^^^ From there I got to this one.
still thinking why animals were so excited about the children. if it was love, then sad. if it was for example to eat them, then thanks to the glass wall.

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I remember reading that the Tsarina and all the Duchessess had the royal jewels sewn into their clothing like armor and during the execution the bullets would ricochet off of the diamonds. That must have been terrifying, not to be able to receive a quick death.

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Mary-Kate Olsen and Olivier Sarkozy’s Wedding Featured “Bowls Filled With Cigarettes”

In a Venn diagram of the Olsen twins and French people, there is but one intersection: cigarettes. Mary-Kate Olsen and Olivier Sarkozy—an Olsen twin and a French person, respectively—are not unaware of this fact, even as they remain unaware of how strange they look as a couple, the 46-year-old banker towering over the 29-year-old fashion designer like a withering oak might tower over a rapidly cooling Starbucks cup someone accidentally left under the withering oak. On Friday night, the two were wed in an “intimate Manhattan ceremony,” where, according to Page Six, party decor consisted of “bowls and bowls filled with cigarettes, and everyone smoked the whole night.”

Page Six quickly moves on to other details about the wedding, as if anything else matters after “bowls and bowls filled with cigarettes.” Here they are, as sparse and generic as one might expect from the notoriously private Olsen: The reception was held at a “private residence on 49th Street, between Second and Third avenues”; 50 guests drank cocktails in “a rear garden” before eating dinner inside; and everyone was asked to turn in their cell phones, likely for fear that someone might catch an unflatteringly lit photo of the bowls of cigarettes. Speaking of which, let’s circle back. How big were the bowls? How many bowls were there? Were the cigarettes boxed, or merely thrown pseudo-casually into the bowls together, butts akimbo, menthols intermingling with cloves, American Spirits sidling up to Camels, Parliaments soiling Virginia Slims?

“Everyone smoked the whole night” is also something of a disturbing sentence, especially considering the wedding was held indoors and likely went on for many hours. The mind reels at the dry-cleaning costs. Do Mary-Kate Olsen and Olivier Sarkozy insist that everyone they socialize with—including Sarkozy’s half-brother, former French President Nicolas Sarkozy—passionately chain-smoke? What about the guests who, I don’t know, forgive me for even suggesting it, don’t smoke? Did they just run intermittently into the rear garden, gasping desperately at the fresh, floral-scented air, eyes stinging, wondering why they couldn't have instead developed a friendship with Ashley, who has always been the more responsible twin?

Concern for their lungs aside, we congratulate Mary-Kate, who has two fashion lines, and Olivier, who has two kids from a previous marriage. Though they’ve both found fame, riches, and love, they’ve clearly not forgotten this old-but-relevant proverb: “Life is like a bowl full of cigarettes. Foist it upon your friends at your indoor wedding.”