How fickle my heart; how woozy my mind. Upon speaking with gerard manley hopkins. Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. Gerard Manley Hopkins, I feel the fell of dark, not day. Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. But which is being soured? The dull dough or the self? Today, all of it is, and I feel the fell. Keep waiting for it to rise. It will, will it? The fear will cut through like a gale.

Boujour a tout ceux qui regarde mon blog,je vous demanderai dans cette visite je vous demanderai 2 petites choses. Merci,bonne visite et à bientot. Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre.

Flowers in macro, views of decay, fine arts. Cute animals from our rural open air museum. Has its dying always behind it. And God in front of it, and its way. Is the eternal way, as the spring flowing. Never, not for a moment, do we have. Pure space before us, where the flowers. Old farmhouses, cottages, mills, barns etc. from a rural open air museum.

So long, and thanks for all the fish. After the strangest pre-employement assessments and interview process I had ever been involved in I eventually got a call that they wanted me to start at the end of August.