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من، ميرزا، نقل ميكنم خاطرات پدرم را. نوشته شده در تاريخ توسط غلامرضا فعله گري. شايد چند روزي بود كه در قهوه خانه بودم. خيلي شلوغ ميشد. شايد به اين دليل بود كه مردم ميخواستند مرا ببينند. از طرفي هم انتشار داده بودند يك آشپز از شركت مينو آمده و خيلي به غذا خوردن وارد است. خلا صه از اينجور حرفا. جا نبود آدم بنشيند. عده اي سراپا ميايستادند تا نوبت باشد بنشينند و نهار بخورند. بچه هاي (.) را {اينجا پدر اسم يكي از شهرهاي يكي از استان هاي ايران را آورده بود كه بنده جايش را خالي ميگذارم}. و قضيه تمام شد. در شركت ...
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Lunes, 29 de julio de 2013. La habitación era grande y luminosa. Las paredes blancas reflejaban como espejos la luz que penetraba de las dos ventanas laterales. El sofá verde que había adquirido en Asia, soportaba su peso sin hundirse pero sin ser demasiado rígido; este, rodeado de otros asientos muy exóticos, se encontraba delante de una mesita de café muy moderna con un acabado en aluminio blanco y negro. Tienes tres deseos libres de reglas ¿No quieres nada? 8211; ¡Eres… eres un genio! El genio suspiró...
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The heart is a lonely hunter. I came with a broken soul and l’ll leave with a broken heart…. Well isn’t the irony of life. Happy Mother’s day! My mommy is my hero, she is a super mommy – all love and thoughts for her today! Haven’t blogged for awhile. Lots of things have happened since last time, I will tell u very soon dear friends, I just need to sort of my thoughts and a few practical stuff before I tell u too much information. I and my kiddo in Copenhagen at the amusement park Tivoli.
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The Day We Give All The Promise and Exchange Our Ring 18.10.08. Hold My Hand Till Eternity. Thursday, June 10, 2010. Seeing her lying in the hospital bed and the colour if her skin and the face of her. I will always remember it. and the last words she told mi. I promise i will go visit u when every month. Thursday, April 8, 2010. Is time for mi to blog. Alot of things happen on Hubby, but i think i shouldn't mention here better. But my close friends they will know what happen. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DAD.
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Memories of my mind maze | Someone told me I was delusional. I almost fell off my unicorn.
Memories of my mind maze. Someone told me I was delusional. I almost fell off my unicorn. Asymp; Hinterlasse einen Kommentar. Ich habe mich gerade ein bisschen in David Hallberg verliebt. Und in seine Füße. Und er gefällt mir besser, wenn er mehr anhat :p. Polina Semionova geht eh immer. Asymp; Hinterlasse einen Kommentar. Ich bin unschlüssig, ob das Grapefruit-Peeling von Neutrogena tatsächlich nach Grapefruit riecht oder doch eher nach Klostein. Asymp; Hinterlasse einen Kommentar. Lestat der Genusssüch...
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Memories of My Mother
Memories of My Mother. A blog dedicated to exploring memories of my mother, Nancy Driessel Stearns (1942-1983). Sunday, May 10, 2015. M on the desert planet Dune, and there is sand everywhere. Everything is turning to sand, even my clothing. I can feel the gritty texture of my t-shirt as it becomes sand, and I know I have to get it off me. I catapult out of bed and find myself standing in front of my bathroom vanity, holding my night-shirt in my hand. Wait, what just happened? I have other memories of mi...
