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photographybymckenzie This is my little Miss Ellie. Some of you lovelies have asked if I have children... Well here's the proof! She's such a sassy little thing. Saturdays are known to be a day for birthday parties. Am I right? Ellie was invited to a Alice in Wonderland tea party themed birthday. So I bought a pink wig for $20. Then bought a new tea set for $16 to hot glue gun a cup and saucer onto a headband. Was it worth it? H yes it was worth it! Now I look like a crafty pants Mom that does DIY shiz. H yes it's worth it! #keepingupwiththebloggers #iphoneography #madteaparty #aliceinwonderland 3min

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Hefe Spurs O'Fire

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thelovehangerblog Slowly becoming fall up in the #pnw. 6h

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shrmiza_ Bergembiralah,

Bersoraklah,

Bila engkau tahu apa itu kemerdekaan,

Kerana engkau akan mengerti apa tanggungjawabmu.. Salam Kemerdekaan!
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yazmatic Try the best you can to imagine
My dream last night: I was sitting in a room, three walls, no roof. The open space where the fourth wall should have been, was facing a mountain range and a wide valley...drawing all the way down to the Mediterranean Sea. There were paintings amongst other things hanging on the three walls, unfortunately I cannot describe them. I was sitting on what seemed to be a plastic chair...legs crossed, both if my elbows on the arms of the chair. As the dream progressed, I began talking. There was a faceless man leaning on one if the counters in the room...I was talking to him. Once again I remind you, that the man is faceless. At the beginning of the conversation I'm not really sure what we were discussing. But, as the dream continued, and the clouds started moving faster between the mountain tops, I was completely conscious in the dream. I began talking to the faceless man about the foundations of reality. There was so much conviction in my speech, and I knew very well that I was dreaming...that was almost the best part. I could feel the sound of my voice leaving my mouth. I don't remember what I was telling the faceless man about reality, but he started laughing. The faceless man most likely started laughing because he also knew it was a dream. As soon as the man stopped laughing, I whispered to myself...."this can't be a dream". I woke up abruptly, and reluctant to the fact that I was happy about such insanity that had just occurred. Dreams and pictures inspire each other
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