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member name: Mona S. Svendsen
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June 24, 2006 04:35 PM EDT --
By Mona S. Svendsen
A special phenomenon occurs at this time of year as the Starlings flies in huge flocks, this phenomenon is called black sun. As the sun doesn't set until late at night . . .
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September 25, 2006 02:04 PM EDT --
At the end of summer the colours changes and before us is autumn
Red are the berries in their last display before decay, they brighten the end of summer and console us with their beauty
Fruit of . . .
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May 26, 2006 04:15 PM EDT --
Every year when the summer is just around the corner and the weather is not all that great, temperatures running around 15 degrees Celsius outside, and always the distinct possibility of rain, the annual . . .
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June 12, 2006 03:37 AM EDT --
(The pictures have been taken with my cell phone, so the quality is not the best, but will give you an image of my garden.)
I live in an apartment building, yet I have a garden. I have . . .
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June 20, 2006 01:28 PM EDT --
by Mona S. Svendsen
As I was on my way home from work, I decided to take a different route than I usually do. A big thunder shower had just swept through the city, so there was water everywhere. Did you . . .
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December 02, 2006 04:36 AM EST --
This weeks Caption Challenge is coming to you live from the carnival... Well, at least sort of, please have fun with making caption for this one, I know you have it in you, so come up with some funny ones. . . .
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July 11, 2006 05:23 PM EDT --
Captain Blackie was a pirate skip'
Who thought he could sail any ole ship
But I wonder how well he would do
If given out of the blue
This little boat tip!
Captain . . .
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October 24, 2006 06:56 PM EDT --
This past week I have been doing a little bit of travel. It's always exciting and somewhat exotic. I went to San Pedro la Laguna with a chicken bus. I took a bus to Panajachel by the Atitlan Lake. . . .
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September 03, 2006 03:30 PM EDT --
See dedication below!
Red is the blood running through our veins
It's grounding us to this world
Weaved into our very existence
Like a passion that drives in the night
Anger makes us see . . .
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