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A man in love with a coworker decided to confess his feelings but was hit by a bus while crossing the road to approach her. Although he survived, he was left paralyzed. The woman, witnessing the accident, called for an ambulance and later learned about his feelings from a coworker. She visited him in the hospital and promised to support him, expressing her desire to be with him because of his deep affection.

Enjoy it when they're it little It won't be like that for long No one saying "read me stories" Or "please

I have four animals that are living with us two are Chihuahua dogs, hamster, gecko, breaded dragon these are our pets that my family loves.

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Our sweet Salem passed away on August 28th, 2024 at the age of 17. She made our lives so bright and full of love and she will be missed for the rest of our lives.

Our viewpoints in life matters a whole lot.

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JuvenileSalamander Tin Toeval prefers to play wild games on the street in Amsterdam where she lives. This is the second book in which Guus Kuijer talks about her. Together with her blind 'grandmother' from Amersfoort, Tin takes a trip on the ferry across the IJ in Amsterdam. Nice, but is that so exciting? You better believe so. Because the captain of the ferry falls deeply in love with grandma. To that little fat old lady with all her wrinkles? Of course! And before they know it, Tin and her grandmother have ended up in an incredibly exciting adventure. With a pirate who has two wooden legs. And a treasure on an island And of course with the captain! Awarded a Silver Griffel. It is almost impossible to imagine that the three famous heroines from Guus Kuijer's books were once not there: Madelief. Tin Toeval and Polleke. Almost all children in Europe know them.

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Durban Story But Durban wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. I saw poverty and hardship, felt the weight of expectation from my family to succeed. My parents worked tirelessly to provide for me and my siblings, and I knew I had to make them proud. Yet, in the midst of it all, I found my voice, my passion, and my purpose.

"My name is Jack, and I've always had a vision - to make a name for myself as an artist. Growing up, I spent hours sketching and painting, convinced I'd one day see my work in galleries worldwide. But life had other plans. Art schools rejected me, galleries dismissed my work as unoriginal, and I found myself stuck in a series of dead-end jobs. By my 30s, I'd all but given up on my dreams, feeling like a failure. But the creative spark never fully faded. In my late 30s, I started doodling again - this time for my kids. Their enthusiasm reignited my passion, and I began to paint seriously once more. Then, at 43, it happened. A local gallery discovered my work, and my unique style resonated with critics and collectors. My art career took off, with exhibitions and commissions pouring in. Looking back, I realize success wasn't about achieving fame or fortune - it was about staying true to myself, even when the journey got tough. I learned that it's never too late to chase your dreams.

Thus, using the opportunity of the tough winter the town learns to warm with the help of routines in common and friendship. Men and women walk through blasted heathlands and frost-kissed fields and die in their sleep, all for the sake of candle-lit suppers and fireside suppers, yuletide and minstrel carols. Even in a little sparkles of snow, children are able to turn a day into endless fun and play while us – adults are more inclined to find solace in calm and quiet reflection of the simple life. When one season converts to the other, even though winter still sticks around but small instances of spring start to show up the public is still surviving, they enjoy the aesthetics of winter and at the same time see strength as time is taken in unity and waiting. Finally, winter turns into a season of internal development, interpersonal relationships and sustainability.

The unknown night sky, the unknown and the night, 1 am the unknown who takes shelter in the night, I yearn for the night, this overflow of unfamiliarity has slowly yet with maddening intoxication taken over my sobriety This bleeding, pathetic and repulsive idea of being a nobody strikes me with agonising horror. And yet a nobody like me wants to be somebody to the night, Perhaps a shadow that it clouds in it's embrace or a star that it allows to shine by shrouding itself in the dark, what am 1 really seeking for? An entity that uplifts me or an entity that hides me? What is it that I feel this repugnant restlessness for? What is this void? What is this unknown lifeless purpose within me? A demure embrace by the moon perhaps would dissipate this vortex of the unknown.

The love is unpredictable and unexplained so this is the only thing that is peaceful and only way to calm.

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just a new design of a creature i made based off my two favorite movie monsters and if this is seen by alot of people i will post a story. cover pic by me.