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I live in a small village. I need 5 minutes of walk to work. I even do not have my own car here. I use the company car only when I need, mostly for working reasons. But I avoid to use it for my own private scope.

I have too much free time so I need to consume it. I developed a daily routine. I walk every day to the supermarket and buy food. Just for one day. So I am forced to do it every day. I need at least one hour for this. So I walk calm, having a backpack, looking around, watching people, houses and gardens. The road to the supermarket lies close to a field. Amazing how fast the plants are growing. Now is the second culture. Sometimes I see also hawks. This road is forbidden for cars so one can enjoy the silence.

Slowly you get closer to the supermarket so the noise is increasing. Cars are rising on the horizon and the agitation take the place of the silence.

For entering the supermarket I walk through the entire parking. People with bags, in hurry, preoccupied of their own lives, never look around. They never have time. In the supermarket the same. Running around, from one place to the other. I have all the time. I have also the time to watch them. And I do it.

I ask myself if I will find between them an interesting person. What about an interesting woman? But I give up. I have the feeling the people are somehow in another world. A parallel world which has no connection with mines. They are fascinated of what they are doing. Driven by their needs, desires and lack of time.

Someone told me once. “Look to the people and tell me what you see? Are they aware of what happen around them? Or they are sleeping?”

Sometimes happen that I smile and someone smiles back. I would like talking to the people. But what should I tell them? All what we have in common is that we are human beings, nothing more. I have time and they do not have. I am present and see them. They are not and I do not exist for them.

So I return to my road. I am walking back beside "my" corn field and my beautiful hawk.

I have had 3 e-mails in the last week commenting on my blue eyes...

So why is it only the physical aspect that is attractive

And how do you respond to being looked on as a piece of meat

And yet when you tell someone the truth they prefer to hear a big fat lie?

Does love still exist in your heart and love tunes surrounds in your ears , your breath still feel the scent of the love you lost ?

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All my life I have wanted this Rotato. I have long dreamed of it; I am beside myself thinking of the moments it could make possible. Sometimes I dream that you and I are but a single being rotating on the Rotato. It makes me tearful and joyous to think of the wonderful times that can only exist and be ours in this way. Please look deep within yourself and ask whether or not this is your fondest desire as well.



Here I am many centuries ago considering the possibilities that are only possible now. It is inexpressible that which I am expressing here. The glint in my eye I swear is only ever for you and my Rotato. With your gorgeous ears please listen. The peel of thunder in our past torn sky pronounces it for all time.

I shall always have a penchant for you, beautiful appliance.

What is Beauty?
Diffrent peopple have diffrent view on this topic.

In my opinion
Beauty is everywhere in life.
From the clothes , food ,habitant,movement to highist level beauty :Art.
Life itself is a period which makes and persuits beauty.And the period is very happy.

The greatest philosophy Max says :Human being is created himself according to Beauty"
Yes, I agree very much.

If we oberserve all the matters around us, all those which make us happy , comfortble, could arose us imaginary are beauty, and vice vesar.This is the common nature of all kinds of beauty

Still .beauty is strong invisible power.
At Grand beatiful places, anyone will know how do disciplain oneself, no matter where, at famous sights, wonderful beach,...

Beauty guides us make progress, to seek the perfecter ,day by day, to give up the bad things , insist on the right ones.

Beauty makes us persuit the harmony in life no quarrel , no fight or war, only peace , friend,understanding...cooperation,smile face...

Beauty lets us enjoy life, not to dare difficulties, ...

Last . I want to say , I will appeaciate those people who create show us beauty ...

As with any makeup a good foundation is required, my choice is the L’Oréal True match blendable foundation as its great with your cheeses oily or dry skin.

Depending on if your cheese makeup is for day use or perhaps a special night out the colour choices for eye shadow, blush and lipstick should be thought out, there is no point using glitter lip gloss if your cheese is simply staying at home.

Cheese can be very sensitive and try not to make your cheese look like a dirty slut, rather try mid tone colors and ensure that your cheese is comfortable in the chosen make up scheme.

Most cheese’s don’t have hair, so don’t bother with expensive shampoos or anything as it’s a waste of money.
One more thing, those babybel cheeses are not adults and shouldn’t wear makeup as they could attract cheeseophiles.

Do you have any makeup tips for cheese, or indeed fashion tips for cheese or do you wear cheese as makeup?

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Of course it has profound meanings in Hindu and Buddhist traditions. But in everyday parlance, we hear things like "what goes around---comes around". Looking back on my past, I'm struck with how true this seems. Spooky, really. Years ago, with family in the car, I stopped to move a huge snapper off the busy road and into the safety of a stream nearby. She was a big girl, the size of a car steering wheel. You have to have your wits about you when picking these beautiful animals up. Tiny sweet spot amidships on either side of the shell. Too far back, and those sharp rear leg claws bloody up the hands. Too far forward, and there's the business end of a surprisingly long reaching neck. Family applauded the effort roundly. So imagine my delight when the girls, now adults, stormed into the Aa palace on this 4th, to show me pics of a baby snapper they also moved off a busy street, while driving with mom. Karma. Your experiences here? Aa.