November 12, 2006
Memories
When all that is left to us are memories. They are not faded, but vivid and fresh as the day they were conceived, and painful and bitter.
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Here is the place where I am to ramble about life and love and languages. You'll probably encounter some quasi-anthropological ranting and a lot of wanderlust. I do try not to be too emo, and occasionally throw in things of worldly interest, so stop by and read if you have a few minutes. :)
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- Elindomiel
- I'm a university student who likes languages, literature, and having friends from all over the world.
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- Thanksgiving
- Shrinking!
- O.O
- General Listening
- Cocina Española!
- The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe...
- This is Amusing:
- Thanksgiving Break
- Stress And Turkey
- My Friends
- Anima Libera
- Whoohoo, It's Midnight!
- End to Understanding II
- An End to Understanding
- Pay-Day
- Photoshoot!
- This Weekend
- Brief and Burning
- Danish?
- Snapshots from Bitter November
- Poetry Slam
- First Snow - St. Louis Style
- Icon Picture
- No reprieve
- Memories
- New Picture
- Snake Agent
- Reflections from the Backwaters
- It does hurt less
- Conversation with Self
- 12 Weeks
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