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What moment of your childhood do you look back upon and think

Опубликовано в Ocean
Вторник, 09 февраля 2016

The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains

The Cloud's Cloudy Moment of Public Cloud Service Outage

Опубликовано в Technology
Понедельник, 04 января 2016

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.

The Other Day I Forced Myself Out Of Bed Early To Go Enjoy

Опубликовано в Ocean
Вторник, 29 марта 2016

I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary.

The Time Of Sunset Is Defined In Astronomy As The Moment When The Trailing

Опубликовано в Ocean
Среда, 30 марта 2016

I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty.

The Moment Is A Popular Blog About Travel, Adventure

Опубликовано в Creative
Вторник, 05 января 2016

I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream.