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I wonder about simplicity in a complex world ... does this leave those reduced to simplicity unable to understand sophisticated concerns as Sophia presents wisdom to simplified people in a shocking crossing of the line that divides ...

In bifurcation this may lead to divination and divinity ... or other deviation from normal as complex appears beyond us ... and few could see it because of obtuse faith in blindness ... downright occult (that's dark eh)!

And how due folk react to anything dark ... these shady things do have their own sentient about unseen mules ... blind carriers ... imagine a donkey called Midnight ... provides cover ...
 
Imagine bleeping mysteries ... not something for those that know everything!

I know people like that ... disconcerting and thus sour nodes ... minor Quies? Electronics have some funny characteristics ... causing curiosity in a domain where we're not to question (says so in the book)!

Something to get around ... patriarchy and patriotism as a limited BS that ignores all else ... there are other books written on such excessive powers ... thus no world support and our world collapses ... due to expressed disrespect ... it is an essence like a non-thing that destroys from beyond our sentience ... comprehensively! Hard facts ...
 
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I made a heart shaped cake and invited my Mom for supper last night. She is 88 and has been my valentine all my life!!! We played cribbage afterwards and enjoyed the evening. Now, that's a celebration. Mom is 88 1/2 years old...I'm lucky she is still in my everyday life.
 
On this Dais I ain't Qui Sin nothing ... could be as hole polity ... nothing to that either ...

Really there's not much to put faith in ... on a world based on Lyres ... the hum min goes on ...
 
Good morning, all! As we give thanks for heart shaped cakes and other goodies, and friends and family to share them with, let as gather in spirit round the coffee cart, for conversation and community. All is ready.

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Yes, I am lucky to have my Mom still. Dad died very suddenly at age 64...while he was driving a tractor. It was such a shock and loss. I still miss him every day...He was one of those people who had a powerful, charismatic personality. People were attracted to him. Mom, in contrast, was quiet. After Dad died, we actually got to know mom a little better.
 
I hear we might lose some of our snow cover. High of 6 tomorrow with showers in the evening.

We lost my mother almost 30 years ago at 58. Dad made it to 80 and his sister is still going well in her early eighties. Needless to say, I am hoping that I take after Dad's family.
 
We have less than a cm of snow on top of iced snow and just lumpy ice. It will melt tomorrow leaving wet ice. Hoping the rain CE on the top of the motor home melts enough for me to remove the tarp so it can towed to be repaired. The person from the RV shop came to look at it and get it ready for towing by tieing up the regulator and line that was hanging for the propane system and remove the hanging broken bits of the frame. He thought it should be fairly easy to repair. Still shaking my head at how the driver's car went from the ditch across the front of the lot to hit the motorhome towards the back of the front of the yard.
 
We went to a local park for a walk with my sister and her husband today. This is probably my favourite park in town.

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This is Shack Island. The shacks were initially started to be built in 1907 when there was a whaling factory nearby. Then in the 30's. People can pass them down within the family. If the shack burns down or there is no one to inherit, it's done.
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This is the reason for the name of the park "Neck Point". When the tide is completely out the "neck" is fully visible and you can walk to that hunk of rock
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Good morning! For parks to walk in, for snow covered golf terrains to snowshoe in, for other wonders, places of awe and beauty, and other activities to take part in, let us give thanks. We gather in spirit round the coffee cart, where hot beverages of all kinds, and warm community of care, await. Help yourself.

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I see that they unravelled the ghost of Stanley Park ... wonder when they'll unravel the word of God ... after being told for so long that it shouldn't be questioned ... paradoxical or diabolical regarding the deduction of understanding thereof ... much eschewed over ... for pas time! It a bi and some tissues (Scotties) prerequisite to pay for the excursion!

Way out? Long portals ... resembles gauntlets and you'll be beat upon by those that don't know the consequence of the end game ... thus they create war! Does interest wane ... potentially as in quantum science ... it may or may not occur for a while ... thus gods patience descends and we rest upon that period of abstinence from life ... yet always dissonance in the dark areas! Metaphor of Lear's caldron ... and thus he was cooked ... just for looking into weit!

W' eit Oz ... power of the grain ... could be a sponsor's break ...
 
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No prize money for the ape in the latest comp on Stories Space. In fact, for the first time in a couple years, I didn't even make the short list (top ten). Oh well, I struggled with the theme so I'm not surprised. However, I made a chance remark, intended to be slightly sarcastic, about doing an anthology of the comp stories and another member (the one I was responding to) is thinking of running with the idea. So maybe I'll get some wider publication out of it, which is cool.

Tea me.
 
Updatenon the mystery noise- I thought I solved it by removing the batteries out of the scale- didn’t hear it until today. Batteries are still out of the scale…..dishwasher? Why would it beep if it isn’t on?
 
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