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How many worlds make up a life!
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Nothing lasts forever. But there is new life; new colours, fresh words, new tunes to compose. There is now; time present, time future. We build with new bricks and hope our voices are heard, our music is sung and our love cherished for as long as it is offered.
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presentation, she looked drawn, as old as the limestone hills behind her property. Her facial skin was marbled, hair greying at the roots. She had grown frail, as though she might disintegrate at the first touch; she was a desiccated, vulnerable shadow of her former self and it was hard to
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Once upon a time, oh, it seems a long while ago now, I dreamed of a natural haven, of paradise winking down upon a tranquil blue sea. I had pictured friends and family at ease in my Garden of Eden, sharing, and at peace, a place where artists worked and lovers loved. But it had been a vague sketch, a dream without lines between the dots, until I met Michel. Then it began to gain wattage, to take on a shape, develop light and shade, rhythm, ..
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I am reminded that love is timeless and regenerative. There is no beginning or end. All things are changing; nothing dies. And like the wind, love leaves its imprints everywhere.
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Every fruit that bedecked Cecile's gaily-dressed stall had been grown on her own holding.
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I am moving the rudder, shifting the course of my life. I have not thought of it this way before, but that is what I am doing. Taking my fate into my own hands, turning dreams into reality. And there is nothing more sacred or precious than that. To choose a direction: but how often do we miss the signposts?
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Once released from her trading responsibilities, she descended to Cannes's famous seafront esplanade. Occasionally she dallied for a while, enjoying the sunshine while strolling the length of the Boulevard de la Croisette, or she might pause for un caffe espresso and a swift perusal of the announcements in the local daily newspaper, Nice Matin. More often than not, though, her habit was to walk purposefully in the direction of the new port ..
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Ik leer, langzaam en niet zonder pijn in mijn hart, het leven te nemen zoals het is, het eerbiedig te aanvaarden, er een feest van te maken, het te koesteren, uit te zaaien en ermee te werken zo lang me de tijd gegund is. Maar in het verloop van de tijd zal er steeds weer nieuwe schade ontstaan die hersteld moet worden, nieuwe wegen en omwegen die bewandeld moeten worden op de roetsjbaan van ons leven en ons gekwetste hart. Zo is het, zo zi..
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