A Little Twinkle in a Starless and Bible-Black Sky…
сентября 7, 2016 12:45Chronicles of an Orange-Haired Woman!
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/twinkle/
Dark has been my mood, dark as a poetic sky – though lacking the lilting loveliness of the original.
Missing him, I am, the other half of my self whom I had to release (for his destiny and mine no longer marched forward hand-in-warm-hand) when our boat cracked upon the craggy surface of this Cymraeg beach.

The blessed brightness of the Moon Goddess sails close by – and, for all that my cowled head is down, negotiating the rain-slick rocks and ankle-cracking crevices of the towering cliffs, the calling-out of my True-Name comes as a jolting shock.
Since the waters crunched up, and spat out, my old homeland, I – and those others who sailed with me, upon the sad ship of necessary lore and law, to far distant lands – have survived, though it has been a hard and bitter journey. And I? I have adopted a name…
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Have you had breakfast yet?
сентября 7, 2016 10:53
Last week I did a post entitled Take Chances Be Happy when I was still traveling in London. Using the WP app and through the slow WiFi through my iPhone, I finally managed to put it out. We then rushed to the train station for a day long tour. I was so thrilled to read your comments on the train.

When husband really wanted to try a good old English breakfast, I looked around while walking on the street, this small family run restaurant caught my eye. As soon as we walked in, I loved everything I saw there. “How nice.” I said. “You can eat in our garden if you like.” the waitress suggested. When hubby saw smoke ashtrays, he declined.

Hubby ordered the full English breakfast, two eggs, sausage, hash brown, toast, beans… As you can tell, he indulged quickly.
The eggs and toast were perfect and pleasantly delicious.

They didn’t forget to be awesome…
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o ciúme que mata -bbc
сентября 7, 2016 10:50 Compartilhar
Image copyrightLara Paiva/Brechando
Image caption Protesto contra mortes de mulheres no Rio Grande do Norte
“Pa, pa, pa, pa”. O som dos tiros que mataram a diarista Mykaella Ruanna Fagundes, 21, no Rio Grande do Norte, é repetido pelo filho dela – órfão aos três anos. “Ele estava na hora que aconteceu (o crime)”, diz uma parente da vítima à BBC Brasil. “E sabe que a mãe não volta”.
Assim como Mykaella, outras vítimas, como Ana D’Ávila, 47, Roberta, 35, Josefa, 41, Franciscris, 24, Naiara, 18, Diana, 21, Edinete, 37, Emilia, 28, Socorro, 37 e Elidiane, 25, também não voltam. As 11 foram assassinadas em agosto.
Além de terem ocorrido no mesmo mês, os casos chamam atenção por uma característica comum: todos…
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