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Paint designs on your fingernails or toenails?

Le seul moyen d'affronter un monde sans liberté est de devenir si absolument libre qu'on fasse de sa propre existence un acte de révolte.
L'Homme révolté (1951), Albert Camus -

Mondovi, French Algeria; November 7, 1913-Villeblevin, France; January 4, 1960.

From the Monkey Mountain
Remember
even
Monkeys fall

out of the trees some times..

Never Trump staffers of Muller, lots of the FBI and Justice Dept., and Chief Muller himself, have finally been able to drool over their indictments. Months of work, millions of the taxpayer's money, and daily intrigue to keep the biased media in near o*gasm anti-Trump form. The results? No indictments of Trump or any of his associates, absolutely no evidence of collusion, NONE, and 13 indictments of Russian cyber/political operatives, none of whom will ever see a US courtroom. All in 30 plus very expensive and nothing there pages, which the biased media are pathetically struggling to spin, as if, somehow, Trumpsters are still on some imaginary hook. There's plenty to discover of collusions galore on the part of criminal Hillary (along with real serial woman abuser hubby) and associates, not to mention the affirmative action previous President, but don't hold you breath for similar aggressive persecution. Let's see if now that this circus is winding down, and the many positive changes resulting from our brilliant President Trump's policies accrue, we'll see less bias in the media. Aa-V-A.

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.

and totally grateful. While tending to my manly toilet in the downstairs bathroom, the window of which looks onto a healthy apple tree, ceteris parabus, I noticed what looked like snow on the grass. Lots of it. Here near the ocean in Maine, we can have a dusting as late as mid May, but rarely any later. And this stuff seemed whiter than usual. Double take, especially since the veggie garden is already planted. A little reflection proved that it was merely this lovely tree shedding her blossom petals. Sure sign of plentiful yummy pies and applesauces in a few months. Did I say "little" things in life? Huge! Aa.

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 ?

The perfect place: so much space and light and air at once, felt like I came out from a prison. A perfect day: no wind within the fiord; no waves, safe for those from the motorboats. The perfect me: I never stopped to believe that I’d return and I returned. To turn it right: my belief returned me.

After some time of adjustment, found the grip and the pace. And then the peace. And then the satisfaction. And then came joy. A total wholesome delight of being. At last!

Cloudy and warm enough to start the trip with short sleeves, took though on a wind-breaker with long sleeves upon coming closer to the open sea. There was a moderate North making waves, offering a resistance, waking up my abs and obliques. A pleasant discovery that I still had some after seven weeks.

Back in the protected waters, took a break for a few nuts and an apple. With a mouthful of juicy pulp, heard a proper splash as if someone dove in from a considerable height. Sure enough, an otter appeared a few metres from me and started to swim above the surface in a large circle. Chewing and softening, I observed the performance. On its second circle, a thought crossed my mind: could it be that the animal had a nest near the place I’s leisurely drifting by and the brave parent tried to lead me away from it? Increased the chewing frequencies, took the paddle and left the premises.

At the end of the trip – the marina’s already warned that I’m arriving in fifteen – I broke and turned, just to take in the whole view for the last time… and saw a rather large fish, ca 30 cm, jumping out of water once and again. Thought: “Someone has an excess of energy”, as I myself was totally exhausted. And then the fish jumped out a few times more: plump-plump-plump… And after came a seal and ended the story.

There is nothing more beautiful than someone who goes out of their way to make life beautiful for others

She sells "woman wears" and somehow doesn't really look like a "Pacific Islander" nor a "Blonde"