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all remind you, simple and favorite, things of your own, every day look like they wait and these with me, for you to come and lets arise, for last time all our love, is fulling the room like a song,...
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Everything reminds me of you Simple, beloved, everyday things of yours seem to be waiting along with me for you to come; even if there was no other sunrise to follow All our love fills the room just...
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As soon as I arrived to Thessaloniki I realized that the city needed to be spruced up. First Project My first Project was an order by the Biennale of Contemporary Art in 2011. Actually, paint such as...
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CHAPTER 16 A cold rain began to fall, and the blurred street-lamps looked ghastly in the dripping mist. The public-houses were just closing, and dim men and women were clustering in broken groups...
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Chapter VI. Mr. Toad It was a bright morning in the early part of summer; the river had resumed its wonted banks and its accustomed pace, and a hot sun seemed to be pulling everything green and bushy...
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CHAPTER 12 Miss Bart had in fact been treading a devious way, and none of her critics could have been more alive to the fact than herself; but she had a fatalistic sense of being drawn from one wrong...
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CHAPTER XX I had forgotten to draw my curtain, which I usually did, and also to let down my window-blind. The consequence was, that when the moon, which was full and bright (for the night was fine),...
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When and how to choose baby's first shoes? Doctor, Giulio is walking now, should I take him to the doctor for a check-up? Not really, his paediatrician will be able to give you some advice if...
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English Fairy Tales Collected by Joseph Jacobs Chapter 18: The Story of rhe Three Bears Once upon a time there were Three Bears, who lived together in a house of their own, in a wood. One of them was...
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