A Beautiful Smile_Spain? Why not... Your home is where you live_The Love of My Life by J. Storbakken
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A Beautiful Smile
This time of year was never fun. It is just a constant reminder of how everything has changed and there is no going back. The cold crisp air would burn my lungs with every breath. The clear blue sky showed no signs of clouds, yet the air was filled with falling frost. These extreme temperatures freeze the little humidity there is in the atmosphere. Any small breeze cuts through the smallest opening in your clothing. Exposed skin can freeze in minutes. Moving water becomes solid on the surface, but it still moves underneath. This moving water causes uneven thickness on the river behind the barn...
Spain? Why not... Your home is where you live
So that was it. I remembered the phone number that my supervisor had given me for emergencies, that I could always call and be helped, immediately evacuated from whatever country I was in at the time — sort of like an "emergency" for a sick person. You've drawn too much attention to your personal. Enough, no more adventures, and it's time to disappear from the radar screen. The question is, where will the Speedo boots take me? That's for me and me alone to decide. Well, of course, there can be no doubt: Barcelona, the international airport El Prat with a not very euphonious name, but the large...
The Love of My Life by J. Storbakken
“I have gained some ideas for my cosmological theories, but none of them is entirely new or surprising. I have also kept dreaming of the model I have talked about for so long, with which I should like to demonstrate all the things which are running through my head but which I cannot make others see in nature.” -J. W. Von Goethe, Italian Journey"J. Storbakken is a poet, a starving artist, and apparently an artful blogger of some kind or sort. He has dropped out of college more times than he has been accepted into college, and he is very proud of this feat. He is a vegetarian and a yogi and susp...
Right place, wrong location
I WALK into the café and sit at the table on the far right near the window. The smell of cookies and cakes brighten me even more. This is the place where me and Michael first met. It feels as if we are about to reenact that day all over again. Being 20 with college exams has separated us greatly but we always pulled through.I look out the window and fix my eyes onto a small child chasing a bird that's just www.onedoor.cctrying to feed himself. I began to wonder if he is truly trying to feed himself or a family he has back at his home. Is it even a he? Does the bird even have a home? I began to giggle and th...