Today morning I woke up missing an old pair of jeans that I had. I threw it away a few months ago because of a couple of irreparable tears in unmentionable locations. But today I just miss that pair.
PS: And I see the blog posts are getting teenier. Long one coming up as soon as I get my thoughts together on that topic
Tuesday, 1 December 2009
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My friend is a tattoo lover. She did one on her spine that read ' That which nourishes us, can kill us'
In similar fashion a child that gains nourishment from the mother, also gains her fears. So he may never travel far simply because the mother feels unsafe about the journey.
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