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You're not alone, I'll wait till the end of time
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All lost in a wonderland...
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And we've been handed these moments forever.
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Fairies are creatures with magic and wings.
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That was the day the ancient songs of blood & war spilled from a hole in the sky & there was a long moment as we listened & fell silent in our grief & then one by one, we stood tall & came together
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Photo Challenge #14 - Something Old
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Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.
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My idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very simple: loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that?
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Every time we love, every time we give, it's Christmas.
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I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open a jar of it every month.
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'Tis the season to be jolly and eat yummy food
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One for Words
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...awake and renew a sleeping world...
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...a symphony in a wonderland...
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...still...
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...always...
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When you start writing the magic comes when the characters seem to take on a life of their own and write the words for themselves.
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Unusual Magic
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Christmas Cupcakes
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Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart...filled it, too, with melody that would last forever.
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The Christmas spirit — love — changes hearts and lives.
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Cheers' to another year!
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27th - Adelaide Botanic Gardens
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28th - Adam's birthday
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An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.
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Don't wait for people to be friendly, show them how.
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...dreams, waiting...
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...Lost in a February song...
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...more than just enough...
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Every child is born blessed with a vivid imagination. But just as a muscle grows flabby with disuse, so the bright imagination of a child pales in later years if he ceases to exercise it.
