sophia,
the name as beautiful as the music.
mesmerizing for a lazy sundaynight
10.12.2006
vooruit
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at night my mind does not much care if what it thinks is here or there it tells me stories it invents and makes up thinks that don't make sense I don't know why it does this stuff the real world seems quite weird enough *calvin & hobbes' - BILL WATTERSON
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Our children are not our children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come trough us but not from us. And though they are with us, yet they belong not to us.We may give them our love but not our thoughts.We are the bows from which our children as living arrows are sent forth. Sweet sas, i'm really happy for you, i know it was a quite great day for you..have nice dreams..lucky girl, you got a lot of friends..!!(AFIF)
Babies are necessary to grown-ups. A new baby is like the beginning of all things --wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities. In a world that is cutting down its trees to build highways, losing its earth to concrete... babies are almost the only remaining link with nature, with the natural world of living things from which we spring
with love pixie
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