My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. By the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms. Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey .

Containing links to all my special recipe posts. These are in a separate file because they have a different format from the main section. It would be best to check out my food blog. But you are very welcome to browse here if you want.

There is no poem here. Voluptuous tears on the page,. There was no elixir I could distill. From the morning mist;. You know, from that misted meadow. Of my sleep where your voice. Once foaled six galloping dreams? There was only silence,.

Sinécdoque identitaria de los ilustres cofrades que superaron escollos, trápalas y tabardillos hasta llegar al corazón de la isla verde, epílogo y meta de un año tan especial como intenso. Las líneas que a continuación podrán leer constituyen, pues, la fiel narración de los hechos acaecidos durante las 48 horas que el grupo tuvo la suerte de permanecer en suelo dublinés. Leerán sobre risas, cervezas,. Localizado en la parte alta de.

Saturday, October 3, 2015. I do not mind a difference of opinions, or an exchange of opinions. What I mind is a refusal to hear facts. I appreciate the right to own guns in the USA, where so many are already floating around.