tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70245281697916677572011-11-28T10:52:25.554+10:00The way I see itJulie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08164670530993050536noreply@blogger.comBlogger821100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7024528169791667757.post-12313135248709469772010-11-04T10:11:00.000+10:002010-11-04T10:11:24.856+10:00

Hello, The Little Dun Pony has a new self hosting website and you can view it here: http://www.thelittledunpony.com.au/ It is still a work in progress, but I'll be back to writing real soon. In the mean time you can still drop by here to read back issues of my writing. Cheers Julie aka the little dun pony

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Photo credit - shho I was asked by Our Little Books to write a guest post on their blog, I am humbled and I am honored. The networking and creativity of blogging is truly alive and if you have been thinking about setting up a blog then here is a bit of encouragement for you. Click this link to be taken to my guest post.

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Picture credit - entrecard Entrecard rules...ok So, there I was sitting at my faithful computer...madly dropping entrecards on all the sites that had dropped on me...it can take me up to an hour some days and dragging myself from my slumber to do so is fraught with danger until that cup of coffee is in hand. I had noticed a lot of blog posts about entrecard and thought to myself that there

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Photo credit - cwd0107 Read part one first !! Looking to the sky as it changed from bright blue to darkish grey, He sighed heavily, as deep thunder rolled on the mountains edge. The weather turned nasty and a swirl of dust and autumn leaves weaved under the legs of the horses. Fidgeting they pranced: keen to move away from the impending storm. Henry unhitched them and led them to the barn.

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Gorilla Marketing on-line angels in secret Santa hats, the forth (Carnival) Welcome to the forth chapter of secret Santa Carnival only for those Gorilla Marketing on-line angels with updated blogs posts. To be apart of this fun and engaging carnival: join our web traffic and marketing tool. Megan at Imaginif...the spirit of Christmas lasted sniffed out another excellent traffic generation

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Photo credit - plrang Like a freeze frame photo, capturing that one instant moment of joy, laughter, tears, fear and sadness, I stared at her beauty of vision. Her red hair captured my intentions and her green eyes coloured my life and made me gasp for breath. I blushed as she looked up at me from the other side of the table, she caught me looking at her...soaking in her existence. The tea

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 Photo credit - coniferine  Read part one  I eased off, not really wanting to witness what I knew was going to happen. The horse didn't stop at the swollen raging river, he leapt into it, tripping as he went causing him to somersault into the water. The rider thrown under him, she disappear from site for a few seconds before thankfully surfacing on the other side, disorientated and hurt,

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Photo credit - woopido2 Part One Strong dry and hot easterly winds stirred, they introduced the big black clouds looming on the horizon. White flashes of lightning impressed upon the drought stricken land that a definite change was coming. Henry was one of seven children. He was the only son of an aristocrat father, who, scolded him the day he decided to leave. Stubborn until his dying

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Photo credit - hosttas Love your life, laugh often and leave the path you walked a better one for those that are yet to come this way   http://www.bronwynclee.com/     What a beautiful and awe-inspiring affirmation. Words that speak loudly and directly to the heart. Sentences that make the soul sing.   I found this inspiring site when flicking through a list of sites attached to a secret

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Photo Credit - Vixs Often after a long days work, a few of us would saddle up and go for a relaxing ride along the beach. There is nothing more quaint, than a ride on a pristine white sandy beach with crystal blue water washing on the shore. The continual roll of the waves caressing your inner soul peacefully. That day, I decided to ride bareback so I could take my horse, Bindi, in for a

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The room felt like I was standing on a white sandy beach on a deserted island. The sand squished between my toes and my long hair blown and tangled by the afternoon breeze. Licking my lips I could taste the salt from the sea spray and squinting my eyes to peer through the hazy smoke hoping to spy a face I might recognise. I lifted my Gin and Tonic to my dry lips and sucked it down, cringing as

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Yearning to belong to this country; I have openly moved my being to greet the elements.I have over the years of my journey felt the longing call and the inner psyche pull to scoop up pieces of this country's vast history. A shell here, a pebble there. Each has given me memorable pleasure of self compassion and self development. The marble of Dimbulah: helped me to see that no matter who you are,

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Photo credit - mailsparky The sun burnt through the car window onto my arm, I could feel the sting as my skin turned red. I pulled my arm back, no sun cancer for me I thought. Starring out the window I watched paddock after paddock of wheat crops flash by, squinting my eye's, made them look like a golden streak. He and I would drive for hours, not a word spoken. It would only be obvious

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Exhibitors  Fair Trade Products  Children's book   What an extremely wonderful day I have had. The Book Creators book expo was held today at the Blue Mango and a fantastic assortment of exhibitor's display a fine and very professional arrange of books. With three new books launched - two from right here in Cairns and the third respectfully from Bundaberg. Our lovely major - Val -

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Photo credit - ngould Imaginif ... Bronwyn Clee and associates used guts n glory to inspire change. Ecsta-she used her psi tutor that had several of our little books to help set-up complete for the Sydney karaoke machine. After seeing the little dun pony at professional learning board a new leaf and nu skin with a weight loss diet helped to get leading edge personal development. I'm

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Revolutionise your website and turn traffic into sales. Get your own on-line angel: an all year long secret Santa who does gorilla marketing for YOUR small business website. Create ongoing goodwill, generosity, altruism and giving by paying it forward all year long. Just $1.50 from July to Dec ( increases to $10.00 in Jan 2011). This is invaluable SEO, marketing and traffic support worth

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 Ranger  I lent on the timber yard rail and recalled the story the farmer had told me. I was still mortified that people could be so cruel. I first saw him, in the middle of summer, standing under the shade of a old gum tree. His tail swishing to and fro and his ears flickering back and forth at the annoying flies. For a short stocky little pony he had an appeal about him and when I

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Photo credit - MSBegy Legend talks of a bull so mean he was never ridden and the spurs that hang on the old fence is testament to the cowboys who have tried. They say you can hear their voice every eight seconds on the territory wind. As I cocked one leg on the bottom rail of the old wooden stock yard I listened to the old man tell the story of the meanest bull he'd ever ridden. When he

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Photo credit - clemmesen The smell of the damp dirt as it smashed it's way down the hill stuck in my nose. I could hear the silence as it loudly roared in my ears. I frantically clawed at the coffin lid my nails broken and bloody. The nightmare plagued me every night and it kept me bound to guilt. "I can't deny it any longer," I knew the time had come and in defiance I fought the inner

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 Photo Credit - andysteel  A powerful shift began to take place and with it it brought fear. The difference was the fear was not mine this time. I had begun to find my voice that he had silenced fifteen years earlier and as I prised his fingers from the grip around my life, he began to panic. He went to extraordinary lengths to stop me but I was more aware of his presence than ever

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Photo Credit - brokenarts It is interesting what we remember from childhood. My memories are very vivid and some of what I remember has not always had a good impact on me. That first night that I would start my life on the farm is full of bad memories. The conversation he and she had leaves a distastefully taste in my mouth. He had not spoken to her about my returning and living permanently

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Photo credit - Thenys There was nothing usual about the way the days events unfolded. It was near perfect weather wise. The tropic's in the spring could turn on fantastic sunny days with a hint of a cool breeze. I had agreed to drop a letter off for my brother to a place where I knew that someone else would be.I hoped she didn't think I was following her. I wasn't stalking her but I wanted

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Today is the day we should all stop and ponder the enormous problem this country...no no, this world still has. Today is White Balloon Day. The day that we take a stand against sexual abuse of children. (Mind you ever day should be a stand against sexual abuse) What are children...innocence...those that steal that innocence...well I'll not going to say my thoughts, but I'm sure you get the

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Every once in a while something comes along that completely sweeps you away. You become Jane in a Tarzan movie or Alice in Wonderland. For a brief day dream you are Cleopatra of Egypt or Jan Goodall and her Apes. Whatever tantalizes your inner spirit, you are trans formed into the beauty of human kind. I was metaphorically shipped to a place that unlocked and awakened me.  My first play,

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Metaphorically speaking I have climbed Mt Everest, swum the English channel – twice, boxed Mike Tyson, danced with the devil and survived a fall down an ice cravat. So what, I hear you say. It is to reiterate that as mere humans we all have stories and journey's to live. Mine, well we'll leave that for just now and concentrate on finding your purpose in life. Many who believe in the Bible

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Photo credit - Lusi Part Four He burnt his lip as he sipped his coffee, distracted and disgusted he threw the local paper in the bin. He didn't need to have it flaunted in his face. The papers were calling it, the R. M. Murders, for Random Male. The town was beginning to lose it's self in fear. The streets were quiet, the pub was bare, not even the barber opened his doors. The locals

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Photo credit - DERM: QLD GOV Like most if not all true blue Aussies I am pro all things Australian. Living in a world where organisations struggle to keep finances up, we can get lost in the web of which organisations to support. As is the Aussie way, to help one and all in times of need, I guess you need to stop and make an informed decision about which organisation you will support. One

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Books Books and more Books. If you are a lover or just plan and simple interested in the written word, then you are cordially invited to the Book Creators Expo held at The Blue Mango bar (Mecure) on the 25th & 26th Sept 2010 and its FREE. There will be: 1. Guest Speakers2. Book Launchers3. Book Exhibitors4. Courses - Saturday Afternoon: Patricia Ryan  Courses continued: Sunday Afternoon: Hazel

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Photo credit - balasoiu Who loves the spirit of giving. The unselfish spirit of giving. No matter the gift given, giving is the key. Create ongoing goodwill, generosity, altruism and giving by paying it forward all year long. Over at imaginif  Megan Bayliss has brain stormed an amazing idea into a reality. Where small businesses get the gift of giving all year round. How and from who? You

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The windows in the house shook as the plane flew low over the house. We all ran outside to get a better look. The plane circled and prepared to land. The pilot set the plane down on the paddock, it bounced over the small rocky terrain, before coming to a stop. I was impressed, but the other kids just sniggled. They didn't seem to get how cool it was that we had a plane land on our farm, with

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The Morning was hot already and it was only 8am. Another scorcher. The quicker I checked the snare traps the quicker I could get home. I was riding shot gun and he was driving, we pulled up at a snare and the kangaroo was dead. Now I know some will be mortified to read this, but we lived on a farm. Unfortunately Kangaroos are known as vermin and it was a normal practice to rid your property of

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This piece of writing is a work in progress. I can not recall if I read it or some one said it to me, but I remember that sentence very vividly. It has been the life jacket to my soul. Depression is anger turned inward. As these words entered my life, I felt different straight away. Now before I continue, this sentence doesn't necessary apply to everyone. However, for me and the issues I

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One day, after spring cleaning my house, I was hot, sweaty and smelly. In desperate need of a hot shower. As the warm water massage over my tied shoulders, I let out a rejuvenating sigh. It was a heavenly feeling to let the warm water washing over me. I turned to let the water run down other parts of my body and noticed I was standing in water. The bath had begun to fill and was over my ankles.

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As I stepped out the fresh air was filled with morning rain. My nostrils sucked it in and held the very essence of new life as the tiny rain particles fell to the arid earth, where they would renew all doubt. I tilted my akurba at the magpies, a sign a respect to their morning song. A wonderfully relaxing and homeward bound feeling as they cooed the morning bush opera. My stride was matched

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I learnt to drive and operate machinery at a very early age. The D-4 bulldozer we used on the farm was my first experience with heavy machinery. Just like the tank, it ran on tracks. Heavy, cumbersome and bloody dangerous. Early one morning, I needed to head off to work. Unfortunately I was in a bit of a pickle. But not one to be stopped easily, I found away around my dilemma. I needed to

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As warm tears of sadness roll down my cheeks, I reflect on what an impact the above picture has had on me. I fought the feeling to write around the emotions that surfaced, but for me to look forward, I must confront those emotions. Like most people, I have a few regrets. I see now that I didn't appreciate certain things in my life. Now that I have an appreciation, I feel deep regret. I

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My first tattoo was an awesome experience and I was addicted. I wanted another one. I confidently walked into the tattoo parlour. I'd been there before and felt I was an old hat at getting tattoo's, albeit the only one. But, that was about to change. He led me through to the back, a room cordoned off by a curtain. Not for the embarrassed hearted. I sat on the bed and looked around the room.

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Part Three It was unusually cold this time of year. The day was cloudy, and a light shower fell across the small sleepy town. The occasional swirl of a crisp morning breeze enraptured a chill in the locals, who gathered together to spy on the body found last night. Brazenly two strangers blended in with the concerned locals. They relied on the trusting country folks nature, not to draw

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Your hands callous and weathered, your eyes dim. The many years of hard toll, working the land for a small profit. Your white blouse stained, the beetroot of the hamburger, that you gulped down during your fifteen minute break, on your nine to five job. You work incredible long, tiring hours, for little pittance. Society has fast tracked our life style to take out meals and fast food

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If wearing different styles and colours represent the person I am. Then bring it on. I wear for comfort, with a little style thrown in. If clothes make the man or woman in this case, then, I am set for life. I am a self taught junkie, not of fashion (sorry sis), but of life. Life is the most powerful representation I can offer. I see the glass as half full and yet I am not scared if it is,

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My love of dogs began with my first dog, Sam. 1983 - 1991 He was an Elfindale kelpie. Multi coloured: brown with splashes of white and tips of tan. At just five weeks old, I plucked him from the jaws of pig food. He was the first dog I trained to work sheep. He learnt fast and was extremely intelligent. Sam was an adventurous dog, always up for something. He loved to ride with me on the

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Part two  A chill hung in the air, not from the winters day, but from the skull found in the lions enclosure. The morning sun peeked through the cloudy sky. A light shower of rain hovered over the wildlife park. The zoo keeper noticed that the big cats didn't roar down to the fence as usual feeding routines go, they slowly rose from their slumber and sauntered down to sniff the meat and

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I learnt something new,about my daughter today. How brave and strong,the little lass can be. When confronted witha problem, that's not quite right. Her shield of wisdom,protects her in the fight. I've seen my little girl,with eyes full of tears. When all her hopes and dreams, shattered into fears. I know times have been tough, my little girl. You feel no one cares, about your weird world. I'm

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As a cheeky and opportunistic kid, with an anything goes attitude, I thought I was, just ace. Now, this did, get me into trouble on quite a few occasions. Some interesting life lessons learned the hard way. More over just a kid getting into trouble, having fun and then trying to talk my way out of it.  For a number of years, when the local shows came to town, us, the local kids, would get

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I had made a promise to my six year old son and I needed to keep it, but it involved something that I just couldn't bring myself to do, fly. Petrified of flying, I couldn't even get on a merry go round. The whole concept of floating around in space without my feet on the ground, made me sweat bullets. I use to carry a brown paper bag everywhere I went, just in case I started to hyperventilate

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The heavy thick fog of mist valley started to lift and squirts of brilliant sunshine peered through to reveal the small quaint village of Everlong. Hidden by the tall ancient elk trees, a clan not seen to the human eye roomed free among the forest litter. Rows of blue cottages housed the females while the males lived in rows of pink cottages on the outer skirts. Their service to protect the

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The Dunn family had been part of the small close knit community for several generations. Immigrating from Germany, Wilhelm August and his wife Wilhelmine Caroline set foot on virgin soil. Together they obtained a land lease from the government. A small holding of one hundred acres, near Wagin in Western Australia. There they planted potatoes and maize, which Caroline tendered. August logged

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Part one The yellow and red police tape that cordoned off the area blew gently in the afternoon breeze. The unmistakable big mango shadowed over the nearby bush that hide the decomposing body. A strong police presences kept a congregation of news reporters at bay. Forensic scientist wearing white overalls paced frankly back and forth between the crime scene and their unmarked van. They were

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Meredith let the sea breeze blow her long brown hair in a mess as she sat of the jetty. She watched the dive boats take tourist out to the reef. To dive among the ancient corals and spectacular marine fish. The odd turtle, dugong and whale spotted always a treat. She would close her eyes and see in her minds eye, resting her hand on the tanned muscled shoulder of the young sexy dive

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“Excuse me,” Eli said. “but I think that fish is dead,”Eli directed the keepers attention to a fish floating upside down.The keeper a mid aged woman with nice tanned skin giggled through her hand.“Oh no that's just a lion fish they do that sometimes, if they feel threatened they flip over,” Eli nodded in thanks. It was his first trip to the coast and the young girl behind the tour desk said a

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I have the letter 'H' burnt as a scar into my leg. The 'H' was positioned on the exhaust. My leg got trapped under the bike and the red hot exhaust with it's 'H' burnt through my jeans and into my leg. It's a little faded now, and more noticeable when I have a tan. But if Honda ever needed a reason to think chicks weren't into bikes well I have a brand to prove it, albeit accidental.

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The old commer truck had seen better days. Half the floor was missing, the drivers door was held closed with a piece of wire and the wipers didn't work properly. Why and how I never got pulled over by the cops all those times, I'll never know. I had just turned off the highway and onto the gravel road that led to the farm, when a mob of kangaroos jumped out in front of me. One jumped clear

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It had rained heavy for four days. The ground was soaked. It couldn't hold any more water. I was busy doodling on my maths assignment when the classroom door flew open. Mrs Flannel barged in, “All the kids have to go home now, the rivers are flooding,” she yelled. We had had many drills in this scenario. We stopped what ever we were doing and got up and walked to where the school buses

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Together they seductively used their female prowess to flirt and lure him into their bed. His head filled with fantasy. A threesome. He couldn't believe his luck. They made him buy a bottle of Bollinger champagne and promised to lick it off his chest. Slowly pulling the lace strings undone with a finger, their cotton shirts fell to the floor. They helped one another teasingly undress, he

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Charlotte scratched around in her mum's knitting bag looking for scraps of wool. With an armful of colours she head towards her bedroom. “Were do you think you are going with that?” her Mum asked. “I'm going to make a big pom pom,” Charlotte replied. Charlotte's Mum shifted through the armful of wool she was holding and promptly removed several balls. “Ah Mum I want to use the red,” she

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Pulling his reading glasses down and folding the newspaper away, Jack stood, annoyed by the distraction. There was a great racket outside his house. Yelling, screaming and squealing.He pushed the creaky weathered fly screen door open and peered outside. A gathering of people stood on the road.He grabbed his walking stick and haunched over slowly shuffled outside. The group parted as he

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The Eli Henry and Alice Matilda meandered up the Eweram River. Beautifully lined with a calibre of red gum trees. The pristine calm waters reflecting mirror imagines. Except for the occasional ripple of a fishes tail. Quiet and peaceful, the river system gave way to serenity. The only time that that serenity was broken was when the whistles of The Eli Henry and Alice Matilda blew. The warming

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I ran as fast as I could. Ashley was chasing me with a gilgie and I wasn't going to let it nip me. (Noongar Aborigine word for fresh water crayfish). When we felt like a feed of gilgies, we would head down to the dam. It was a favourite past time. Now there is a method to this, so pay attention. Take a left over piece of meat or meat scrap and then using a long length of baling twine, attach

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The city sparkled on that crisp clear night. A celebration of parties danced and laughed through the last minutes of the year. The count down began...12, 11, 10, 9... The year had been ferocious. It had taken more than it was entitled. None more so than from Taylor. Taylor had accepted the promotion, it was a five year plan dream come true. The ad agency was thrilled to have her

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No voice for them. As diggers fallen his mates no longer stood. Cut down. He is a dignified old tree. The aeon of life scared upon his branches, worn proudly as a badge of honour. His dendrochronology had dated him to millions of years old, as far back as the Devonian period. The evidence of his tree rings, revealed periods of extremes. Life sapping droughts and rejuvenating floods.

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She was an old tree. An aeon of life wrapped in her branches. Her dendrochronology had dated her to millions of years, even to the Devonian period. The scars of her tree rings, revealed periods of extremes. Life sapping droughts and rejuvenating floods. Blistering hot and freezing cold. She had witnessed many a spectacular event. The existence of life played out before her. In her prime,

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O Lighthouse, O Lighthouse,Why no light for me. Light a safe passage,The world to see. Oceans and ships,Reef and shorelines. You are our guide,Our lightning, our pride. Read More : http://imaginifbusiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/from-her-eye-house.html

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In a small farming community, fifteen families lived.Every so often we would get together for a hoe down. The adults would talk about grain and sheep prices and who had the better yield. We, the farmers kids, massed together. We drank and smoked and talked shit. Grabbing what booze we could steal, we would head off somewhere quiet and away from prying eyes. We would drink and drink and

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Her kiss was soft.Leaving my lips, she let hers trail down my neck. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me closer.Her hands wander up under my shirt.My body responded. My nipples hard. Take me, take me. She stopped. No no don't stop now. I kissed her neck. "Stop," she said. "What?" Your kidding right, get me all hot and aroused. She moved her lips to my ear. Omg that's the best

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Lillian held the stick high above her head.She chanted, "Omba Omba Omba, telyas telyas telyas, latru def doasis," The stick went limp. Lillian laid it on the table and running the edge of her finger nail along the stick, she cut it in two. The expression on her face enraptured, by the power of the magic inside her. She walked over to a stove, a pot was cooking. Holding her hand over the pot

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A women screamed. People ran blindly in every direction. Lights flashed and sirens wailed. Hysteria erupted. What the fuck is going on Jilly thought. A guy ran past mumbling...'she's dead, she's dead...,' A crowd gathered near the Elephant enclosure. Jilly pushed her way through and came to a wall. She couldn't see anything, but now she was trapped. The crowd rushed forward and squashed her.

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There was mass hysteria. Women were screaming and crying. Lights flashing and sirens wailing.People were running blind in every direction. What the fuck is going on, Jilly thought. A guy ran past her mumbling...shes dead, shes dead.... A crowd had gathered near the Elephant enclosure.Jilly pushed her way through the crowd and came to a wall.The crowd pushed in and Jilly could feel herself

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Take me fishing, was my reply when Mum asked me what I wanted to do on my birthday.It was a no brainer. The creek bubbled. A beautiful spot. The crystal clear water ran effortlessly over the rocks to form a little waterfall. Above that was a deep pool. Cast in there and you are bound to catch a fish.Mum snagged a fish and as I watched her jubilation as she reeled it in, I noticed something

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The hiking trip was a brilliant idea. Sunny day's, clear sky. Perfect.I was enjoying it more than I thought. Some how though, I dont' think I should have turned left at that fork in the track back there.As what started out and looked like a walking track had now disappeared. I pushed past a shrubby bush and it opened up onto a beautifully scene.Something you'd expect to see in a glossy

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The camp fire crackled. I felt so warm and toasty sitting next to it. I was deep in my own thoughts. Suddenly I heard a noise that chilled me to the bone. I had never heard such a shriek before. It was a long loud eerie, weer - loo...weer - loo. What the fuck was that, I said to myself. I listened more intently, weer - loo...weer - loo. Feeling uneasy about a noise that sounded like

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The storm was vicious and it would be here soon.I have always been fascinated by the awesome power that storms display.Untamed and wild, they can leave you devastated or blessed. When I moved to the farm, it was meant to be a new life adventure.But it turned out to be a nightmare that would haunt me. Bill was evil.Everyday he would come with his darkness.He would make my light disappear. Torn

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In a pond, near the old waterfall, lived a beautiful Hibiscus plant. Every year the Hibiscus would drop her pink flowers into the pond. This began the celebration of Flower day.A long held tradition by the drops of water that lived in the pond. "It's here it's here," Little Drop excitedly said. All the water drops gathered and they marveled at the elegance of the first flower to fall. "

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Coming into land, the little Cessna, bounced roughly over the arid airstrip. It had been 6 years since the cattle station had seen rain. "Gday Jack," Kelton said "Gday Kel," Jack answered, handing him the mail sack. "Is it in there?" Kelton asked. Jack nodded his head. Kelton Dunn had lived and worked on Arnela Cattle Station all his life. It had been in his family for generations. Jilly was

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   I saw a man dance, in the dark of night. His feet kicking up dust to the unique sound of the clapping sticks. His body molded in poise as he told his dreamtime story. He is the custodian of this land. I wanted to place my hand on his chest and soak in his existence. He had captivated my heart and I didn't want to let go. My imagination ran wildly through the memories I have of this

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Good Evening, I'm Julie Grossman and welcome to the 6 o'clock news. First tonight. Henri Emily Godwin, a renowned chef at the Blue Hands Cafe, died yesterday after a 6 year battle with breast cancer. Henri was surrounded by her family and leaves behind 3 children, Lillian, Eli and Brenton. Local residence have rallied around the popular cafe in a show of support and this photo was

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Have you ever wondered why you attract certain things into your life? I have ponder that thought my entire existence and I understand the whole concept now. It brings to the mind the saying, If I had the knowledge I have now, when I was...Yes hindsight, a wonderful invention. Animal's have a sixth sense. I have seen this for myself several times. But what fascinates me is that animals are

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The beautiful tropics in the dry season. The days are warm but not hot. It's just a perfect time of year and what better time of the year could there be to play spit chasey. No it's not what you think, well it is actually, but we justified it by also using water melon seeds. The rules were simple, spit on someone and if a water melon seed stuck to them, they were it. You start as a circle in

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"It's a conspiracy you know. They have a cure for cancer, but because they can make more money in pretending not to have found a cure, millions of innocent people are left with shattered lives." My Dad told us. If I get my hands on them bastards that have kept this secret, well my army training might come in handy. Dad tried to comfort me, but I wouldn't let him. If I knew then that in 9

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There was a note stuck in Michelle's front door. It simple declared, I am in love with you. Lets meet at Chalet Red Tree. Say 7pm. Michelle quickly looked around waiting for that...you're on candid camera...But nothing. She re read the note. The paper was crisp and had a slight perfume to it. The calligraphy was perfect. Michelle began to blush, who would love me...she thought...I'm just

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I must clean those boots, there's mud and manure all over them. Ha...when have I ever cleaned my boots. They are my favorite foot wear. I feel the most comfortable in boots. In fact I have owned at least one pair of boots no matter were I have been. My first pair of boots were the boot and caliper I wore as a kid. My second pair was a long black lace up pair, very sexy and a little provocative

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I saw a picture today that has rocked me to my core.Her innocence bloomed and I felt scared.Scared for a little girl I once knew and was lost.I have wept with intense being for the pain I know she went through.For the fear she felt and the shame she bore.I have seen her stare down the barrel of death and then be flung into the arms of life.I tried to protect her and shield her from the bad.But

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