It is a book that starts peppered with nasty language, lowbrow humour and slipshod illustrations. If you can bear to read on, maybe you will find a phrase you can call your own, a word that speaks to you, a story that stays with you.
Or an old dusty book with yellowed pages and dog ears, only half of the cover is left after the wear and tear. An awful sight. Lonely and abandoned by its past owners. Begging you to pick it up. But can you hear its cry?
”come on down. Protect us. Rape us. It’s your choice. Two choices only. Two choices.”
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Massive solar storms sparked intense Northern Lights displays for skywatchers at high latitudes last week.
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How much will you sacrifice, before you realise that your path is not right for you; before you notice that there is no turning back; before you lament about your wasted youth, spent chasing the dreams of others?
Where do you find the strength to live, knowing that you sacrificed your dreams just so that someone else could have a shot at theirs?
Why do I question, when I know I will find no answers.
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— A. A. Milne
This is the year I will do the things I wanted to and take the risks I never dared to.
Live deliberately, love freely;
Then, die a good death
Massive solar storms sparked intense Northern Lights displays for skywatchers...
