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  1. why does it always rain on me?

    by , 05-19-2010 at 03:06 AM (day in a life)
    well the ash started pouring down yesterday in the form of ashy water in a way, dirty rain. my car and my windows and all the toys my son had in the yard covered. the only good thing about the ash coming in this way and not dry is that it's not dangerous to people's (my son's) health. but I had cleaned everything outside so it would be nice on my son's birthday to sit outside. Now I just hope it will stop so I can clean again cause I had a deal with the weather gods, the 24th is gonna be sunny.... ...

    Updated 05-19-2010 at 02:19 PM by Helga

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  2. It is a small world......at least in Cyberland

    I belong to a online art gallery known as DeviantArt, popularly referred to as DA, which is basically just a place where people can share artwork of any kind. And so I post some of my writings there, as well as my photography and traditional work and so forth.

    And much like Litnet has little social groups, DA has a similar concept, they have various groups in which artists of like interests can share there work within the group and help draw further attention to their work that way.
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  3. My Archaeological Digs 2003-2005

    by , 05-18-2010 at 05:39 PM (Away with the Fairies- The Travel Diary of an Irish WebFairy)
    As some of you are all aware, I was previously and Archaeologist. I thought i'd share my sites with you all!

    College work experiences saw me on this one in Dundalk Co.Louth
    http://www.excavations.ie/Pages/Deta...Louth&id=10114

    I was on the site when they started stripping back and found the first curve of the ringfort. I returned to the site for a few days in the summer before heading to my very first employed Dig! It was in Carraigmacross ...

    Updated 05-18-2010 at 06:04 PM by Niamh

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  4. The Crows in My Head

    The Crows in My Head

    I try to live with these crows inside my head
    they fly inside me, they are the voices I hear
    and through their black eyes they see a world painted red,
    in a shower of feathers of anger with no fear.

    I know what it must be to live with me
    when we are never alone and I cannot be free,
    my crows care only for dead things
    sanity carried away upon the back of their wings.
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  5. Graduation Part 2

    I graduated from Arkansas Tech University at Russellville. It was mandatory that I participate in the ceremony. We left the house at 9am and didn't get home until 6pm. It was a long boring day. Russellville is about 90 miles from my house, but it's a very curvy road. Mason got car sick on the way there, but we know to take an ice cream bucket or coffee can when we travel. They all slept on the way home. I was worried about the kids being restless in the stands. My folks weren't able to ...
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