I watch the ripples change their size But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through
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Did you take that picture? Is it of your daughter. I love the composition and lighting in it! And now to Dave Bowie.....
So waddaya think the score is going to be?
Steamy would have won all of the Name That Tunes.
How is the Hatchling?
Karen,
I'd guess 2-0 to United. A Tevez goal in the first half and a Saha penalty in the second.
OK - I've already seen the game. They're starting to play at last.
Bring it on.....
M.
Steamy/Eva,
Yep - that's Zara in Bordeaux.
Now in College studying Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Sociology and Latin ( with a view to Oxford or Cambridge).
She breaks my heart. Suddenly she's all grown up and I'm struggling to come to terms with it.
But I will.
You two hang on in there - you both inspire me.
Hugs,
M.
And somebody define "good comfort food" for me.
M.
Comfort food....mine changes depending on my mood. Right now comfort food would be me being able to cook again so I can eat my own cooking.
Steamy,
I used to cook - I suppose I still can if I want to. What I need is someone to cook for. There's no need for the violins !
M.
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