~Twilight saga. New Moon || Angel of grief ~ BY SIMONA – music: Visitors from the future – A blue angel/ ????? ?? ???????? – ??????? ????? It is wounded by a strange feeling Without feeling at all a pain There is I grief steps On a drop losing will My steps are covered by a fog Hands don’t know for a long time tenderness Voice it is sweet attracts a deceit But a small birdie of a shower freezes Heart on a track leaves Lonely wolf wanders I a blue angel of grief Where itself to put I do not know The love to won’t start up And without love I conceal I an ardent angel of passion My dance by a shiver is called Soul washing it is torn to parts The love can’t reach To me silently grieve smiled And I smiled to grief I in snow to a captivity was lost To shout my lips were tired Eyes have forgotten ??????? and tears In them midnight has stiffened – stars there fall Heart gets a moon song Alone the wolf will raise a howl I a blue angel of grief Where itself to put I do not know The love to won’t start up And without love I conceal I an ardent angel of passion My dance by a shiver is called Soul washing it is torn to parts The love can’t reach My wings Close the half-sky And me Plumelet to lungs to become To wind on will to be given for ever Only love to remain

 

Letters: Scroggins

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What will shock and grief drive us to after Newtown? Look for our leaders to react strongly and ineffectively, with sincere … "Take 3 steps and show your ID – again," because getting a fake ID is really hard. Early on they banned plastic food service …
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The shock waves of grief

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There were certainly many issues in this young man's life that affected his decision to take the awful steps he did — issues far more complex, I am fairly certain, than the emotional toll of a separation 10 years ago. During a presidential debate this …
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Adam Lanza Shooting: Remember the Victims of Newtown This Christmas

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The best words to describe that awful Friday might be a keening chorus of unimaginable grief, wafting up to the vault of an evidently merciless Heaven. I want to curse in … Cashing in my firepower investment was the logical next step. All of my guns …
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