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Last night I was convinced that I had left my keys in the outside of my front door. The sense of paranoia was so strong it stopped me from sleeping .Even after coming all the way down the stairs to check that my keys were inside of the door I was convinced that they weren't, that my house was going to be broken into and my car stolen.
The brain is a strange organ, and the imagination very powerful - a huge escalation just from a set of keys.
For the last few weeks it felt like I was walking on air - I finally felt like life was going my new way. New job, finally money wasn't an issue, deliriously happy in a new relationship. But then it all grounded to a halt around me with a stark reality. My new job wasn't what it was promised, the unhappiness was spreading, poisoning every other part of life
the ground beneath them collapsed. A sink hole had open up - the trees and earth was being swallowed into the abyss, like a monster cruelly devouring its prey. The deafening cracks as branches of tall powerful trees were snapped like brittle sugar under a hammer
'Until next time.' he tipped his hat, jumped onto the majestic horse and galloped away, matching the mysterious circumstance in which he arrived.
Jane stood bewildered, surrounded by nothing but rustling trees and the wildlife hidden amongst them. Had that really happened? A hero, seemingly from the Victorian era, here, in the 21st century, in the woods just over the field from her house.
Pandas are cute. Well at least that is the impression you get when you see the pretty pictures and welfare campaigns - my experience of pandas is decidedly different. When in China I visited a bamboo forest where the some pandas were known to still live in the wild - we were warned that although they are lazy, (something i then witnessed at Beijing zoo - and on a later date at Edinburgh zoo) when threatened they are violent - like the bears which they are. I never saw any in the wild - but the stories made me see a very not cute side :(
He was captured, held a prisoner in his own game. Luke hated playing with the older kids cause they always took his games and ruined them. They changed the rules, made the games harder and then made sure he couldnt play by always catching him first or sending away. He wanted to talk to the kids in his own class not with the boys his older brother used to be friends with - but his mum insisted that he was around them alat least some of the time so he could tell james what was happening at his old school. James went to a different school now in the hospital, with other kids like him.
Begging for mercy - on his knees he asked to dark looming figre above him to reprive him. even just for a moment. The relentless torture had gone on to long - he just wanted to get home and return to his norml life, back in the city where he blended into a crowd
olives immediately remind me of my time in spain.Every drink out, meal, or social gathering seemed to be accomplanied by the smallsalty green fruit, every bread, pasta orsalad coated in golden olive oil.
I had a boyfriend whose father owned a small olive tree orchard, one day i went help harvest the olives, this is not quite as i had imagined and not as romantic and idealitistic as portrayed in media instead it isincredibly had work. olives are harversted during the hottest months and they weigh a lot, instead of climbing ladders and casually throwing olives down into a wicker basket in a delightful manner, i found myself waving a rake like object through the branched and then picking hundreds of olives into a sac i was carrying, copy and repeat. By the end of the day i was thoroughly exhausted, aching and seemed to be covered in many scrapes. However it was another new experience and i had loved it :)
The beauty of the wood, the subtle smell of its bark - neither give a hint to the powerful, strong or mighty nature of the oak. It could hold the weight of a thousand men or crush a habitat. Starting from such a small meagre acorn then growing and growing until it is the tallest tree in the forest, until it houses the creatures which will also feed on its fruits, until it is mercilessly chopped for the very properties that give no clue of its greatness.
Furious Love.
Furious Hate.
Furious Fire.
Passion
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