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It is said that a critical element in the art of the "deal" was abused ...

What are the metaphors for a deal ... is it like a stem of something unknown? Heh pisced on the thing ... is there any thing new under this glowing disorganized disease called the idela of humanity? I Delta force ...
 
There has to be astonishment at the fear of knowing when you observe what ignorance does to believers in such nonsense that proves to be unfeeling for the alternate self ... alien A'?

Then there is the other side of the mystery story ... a mental trigger point or a button? Navarre, or navel hare ... Ares? Digestive gas ... Oleph Art ...
 
Okay....I'm not really missing snow (and we still have a few dirty banks), but....there was an advantage to snowbanks. It helped muffle the sound of traffic. I say that as a really loud motorcycle just roared by.
 
Our road has a fun s-bend on it -- left, up a short hill, then right bend at the crest with a downhill.
It's fun to drive, I admit.

People who love driving know the road. Car clubs and motorcycle groups tend to move through smoothly and responsibly. Qwerty used to bring his yellow bee through it when out for a drive with his lovely wife.

But the road isn’t as forgiving as it looks. The crest limits visibility, and with the hill cut on one side and a drop on the other, there’s not much room for error. A car once rolled coming down it, lost a bumper as it dug into the rise, then, they flipped it, and carried on. We found the bumper!

The challenge comes from the small number of riders and drivers who treat it like a run—especially high-rev bikes and late-night speeding. That’s when it shifts from enjoyable to concerning for those of us who live here, walk on the road to get our mail, or have kids playing on their driveway.
 
The real world poses hazard that those stuck in the abstract can never know ... some need to wobble ... and not get stuck on either extreme.

The thin margin in between is like a twilight zone and hard to capture as it shifts ... it is like daze into the knights eyes ... blinding for those seeing the mote there ... a wee spark? Could it be as intoxicating as physical power that causes loss of all imagination?

Thus some say drink to me only with thine Ayes and roger the pirates appear ... and there they go ... the thoughts I mean ... extracted in the dark! Is it a grand sensation to feel them fall away, or folly? Thus Mus IHC venting from parts unseen ... and words people haven't even dreamt about in their AD 'm Ness ... Celtic pooling of thoughts as monstrous? Imagine them connecting ... and rising in the knight ... Batchit myth?
 
Good morning! How is everyone? Welcome to the Room, and the Coffee Cart therein, where we can chat, commiserate, celebrate, and renew our connections. For those dealing with respiratory ailments after holidays, those going to Ikea, those who may miss the sound-blocking effect of snow formations, the roads with interesting features like bends and curves, and ll the other stuff we might come up with today, it comes with us to the Cart to be sorted out over coffee, tea, and the wonderful squares and brownies from our Wonderbaker. The tea water is boiling, the coffee is freshbrewed, and the goodies are nicely warm. All is ready, and you are welcome to come in and join us. Come in and join the fun!

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If there is good news there must be bad nous ... remain alert so thou doth not get caught in the latent loupe --- Grandmother?

She goes about as if being here for a vast time ... and the dt's cannot be defined ...
 
Thanks @Redbaron. Yum. @JayneWonders roadway sounds like it attracts a driver that likes a challenge. Ours attracts those who like speed. It is a long straight stretch with no traffic lights and only one main connecting street. Cars. Motorbikes. Four wheelers. Even snowmachines in winter. The road becomes a raceway at about three in the morning. I suspect one of the racers is a young, not very sociable guy that lives down the road. With him it is a four wheeler that races the stretch multiple times for about an hour. This doesn’t happen every night but it does seem to be a popular summer activity.
 
Ape grumpy. Cold is tormenting me to the point where I am not sure how much of my misery is it and how much is jet lag. Probably some monstrous hybrid of the two. And whoever invented sinuses should be taken out and force-fed upper respiratory viruses. Mine haven't been this bad in a couple years, probably since my last go-round with COVID.
 
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Okay....I'm not really missing snow (and we still have a few dirty banks), but....there was an advantage to snowbanks. It helped muffle the sound of traffic. I say that as a really loud motorcycle just roared by.
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We still have snowbanks. Went to check the local small rivers and one of them was actually running, There were two swans on it and we have never seen that before..
Our forecast is looking nasty. Several days of rain, freezing rain, snow etc.. . We don't WANT 15 cms of snow.
 
I can't do anything with it now. Besides, I just put the snowblower away.

We did have a fantastic winter. I shoveled and cleared a lot of snow, but we also had large amounts of snow to ski on. I use a big drill to set gates, and I don't recall ever hitting dirt. That never happens. We often set half in the ground.
 
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Good morning! Time to rise and shine! (or at least rise) Looks like a nice day here, as soon as it warms up a bit. Streets and roads used as racetracks, can be annoying. Colds that linger are not enjoyable. Hoping all who are dealing with colds, recuperations, or other healings are feeling better day by day. We gather round the Coffee Cart once again to chat, support, and connect, over tea, coffee, and whatever the Wonderbaker has made. This morning there is Koffeecake to enjoy. The coffee is freshbrewed, the tea water is boiling, the cake is warm and aromatic. All is ready, everybody is invited. Come in and share in the chat and the refreshments!

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Expect some flattened black Pixels from spontaneous corners ...

I went to a book review yesterday and some really strange concepts were disturbed from deep past and dark spots ... Selas Omi ... some of these things stretch off into the forever pod ... beyond normal ... it lights for a very short time in the ultimate case ... topic include dirt, water, air and energy ... concerns?

Remaining dissonates ... that at one time was an Eris ... paraded with Eros ... similar to acacia ... lot of points to assimilate ...
 
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Is a revolutionary period a small dot, ere and there, that might be encountered in a weird chance like a qualm in quantum space that's distraught?

Accidental arousal of the peculiar things in the quiet all about ... gambled inclusions, or just drawn in before outed ?
 
Is there another word for revelations when they come up? Astounding the residents of the smokehouse! In Scandinavia these be Sami ... a kind of thong to be thung ... when delightfully rendered ... attached oral philia TED ... dark and mysterious connectors ... tis mythy ... when Aye'z'd ... that'z eddy chap ... and down it goes ... sometime near autonomous as if the subject didn't see what was coming on ... cloud of Ephraim nature or just ephemeral? Chaos ensue ...
 
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Nothing like coming home from vacation to learn that a former co-worker died just before his 30th birthday (yes, he was only 29). He was an analyst on our finance team working towards his CGA (forget if he got it before he moved on to another job). Great guy even if he did tick me off occasionally. Sad to lose him so young.
 
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Nothing like coming home from vacation to learn that a former co-worker died just before his 30th birthday (yes, he was only 29). He was an analyst on our finance team working towards his CGA (forget if he got it before he moved on to another job). Great guy even if he did tick me off occasionally. Sad to lose him so young.
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Something that causes me dissonance in my retirement position of administrating a cemetery ... people dying at peculiar ages compared to the paradigm ... and the concept that corporate stress does this and yet denies the pressure of money causes people to stop thinking of their lesser pasts ...

Most of the corporate folks I encounter have a 1 path way about them ... they have no alternate means! Means are often thin connections ... delicate! Hated because they might fall back on thought process ... will is primary????

With phonetics image the alternate outbursts ... alien echoed ...

I was told by a retired English literature Prof. that Eris was not a proper word for such dissonance ... yet it can be found deep in the books ... a lot of foreign matter in there! Stories about people, now, that are non-existent! I await the transcendent state to hit ... going from reality into someone's dark mental space? Abstraction ... even absconded ... due to shades that we don't understand ... yet some fool will claim he knows everything ... a syndrome of illness of unknowns?

I was never sure of anything ... old people graded me ... now ... its different diverse!

Word is like a god something you can never get over completely because of extensive metaphors ... no end toem! Basic Marah ..
 
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Is wealth intoxicating like other physical essences do? Is nothing intoxicating as well ... when the aforementioned space is emptied?

Nothing too it ... is there?
 
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Nothing like coming home from vacation to learn that a former co-worker died just before his 30th birthday (yes, he was only 29). He was an analyst on our finance team working towards his CGA (forget if he got it before he moved on to another job). Great guy even if he did tick me off occasionally. Sad to lose him so young.
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Well that sucks.
 
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