Tuesday, September 11, 2012. Once a year my grandparents drive to Norway to fish Salmon for a few weeks in the summer. My grandpa, Kent, fly-fishing all day and my grandma, Ingla, knitting, visiting with friends and relaxing in the cabin by the lake. Taking a well earned break from the craziness, also know as our family. When they bring home the summers catch freezing down half for the winter and making culinary magic with the rest in there secluded house in the woods.

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Life is not a bed of roses. Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves. Thursday, May 1, 2008. When a rose is gone. When the rose is gone and the garden faded. The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. If love withholds its strengthening care,. The lover is left like a bird without care,. The lover is left like a bird without wings. How will I be awake and aware. Monday, October 15, 2007.

There was an error in this gadget. Sunday, 22 May 2011. As you can imagine being 4 girls and all, none of us felt that safe, especially at night so we made sure we were in our hotels by about 9pm. Growing up in London we are used to seeing homeless people, and are aware that poverty like this still effects major western cities, however the untold amount of homeless people in San Fran is more than you can imagine, and very sad indeed. On one of our 4 days we .

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