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Movin? on July 17th, 2009 The apartment was snapped up and now the moving process begins. Even though I tend to not stay in one place for very long (I think this is the longest I have lived anywhere other than the house I grew up in), moving is always so bittersweet. I loved this apartment and am proud of what we did with it. If I could have picked it up and moved it I would have. Ah, but apartments are so ephemeral. It will never exist like this again. As much as I will miss it, I am
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feministlibrary.co.uk/2011/01/06/anniversary
Celebrating 35 years of archiving and activism | The Feminist Library
Home About us Our collection Our activities Newsletters Birthday Benefit Catalogue News Visit us Visit us Contact Support us Donate Volunteer The Feminist Library RSS Feed Follow me on twitter. Facebook Celebrating 35 years of archiving and activism Posted by admin on January 6, 2011 Leave a comment (1) Go to comments It has been 35 years since the Feminist Library was founded as a humble shelf of books seeking to preserve the (often ephemeral) literature of the women?s liberation
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ephemeraldreams.proboards23.com
Ephemeral - Home
« Home » Welcome Guest. Please Login or Register.Jul 10, 2010, 7:09pm | Ephemeral Dreams | - Please read the Rules And Support. Featured work/s: Ocean Song Welcome to "Ephemeral Dreams", a place where you may find your favorite topic to discuss and
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ephemeralretrospective.blogspot.com
Ephemeral Retrospective
skip to main | skip to sidebar Home Entries (RSS) Comments (RSS) Ephemeral Retrospective DO IT retrospected by Andralatucons komentar (0) puasa neh..jadi hrs agak "dalem" dikit..hehe..i got a quote :its not what u did thats matter, it what you do after u
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Ephemeral Extractions
Ephemeral Extractions A loner, his mind, and his cake. Sunday, March', 2012 What if I really try to avoid the questions of the "what if" variety. What if I had parents that cared more about me? What if I had died before I could have lived to see my social network crumble at my own hands? These questions activate a special part of my brain; a part that wants the world to be shiny, devoid of the shadows mercilessly cast by corruption and selfishness. We all like happy endings, even those