To Be a Hobbit for 55 Seconds…
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From rolling surf on black sands at Waikato and the mystery of Tawharanui beach after sunset, the throaty call of a thousand gannets at Waitakere…
Are you under a log? Where the heck are you? Hanging out in some secret man-cave? Turned into expats? Sorry guys, but we just can’t seem to find you…
Refusing to dwell on past experiences invites freedom and new discoveries, allowing fresh beliefs to form…
Do what makes you a little nervous.
Fr. Letti scuttled alongside his comrade as carefully as his undignified bottom would allow, and the two rats stood swaying in the parish foyer, of Behind-The-Walls in the great Cathedral…
To my left, the sea sparkles so brilliantly that my eyelids momentarily serve as a red hot safe haven…
How pleasurable would life be if I enjoyed each and every moment, knowing that tomorrow will arrive regardless of my thoughts about it?
Then she just comes out with it.
Ever talk to your soul?
Haha he says, and averts his eyes.
Huh. She turns away to leave and then throws this comment over her shoulder. Neglect is death by a thousand cuts.
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