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[mightyflamethrower]

Ishbel Myerscough, Me Aged 50, 2019

[unfortunatelyevent]

hello it's loving Yusuf al kaysani hours :)

[rawrxdtakos]

OH I GOTZ CARRIED AWAY

GUESS IM STAYNG HERE TNIGHT

[thewriterkb]

Podcast 4. Hannah English - "I think being protective of yourself and the space you've carved out; as well as your energy, is important". Check out episode 4 of The Blunt Report Podcast:

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Hannah English (@ms_hannah_e) is a skin-care junky with a background in pharmaceutical science who commits herself to uncovering the hard science behind cosmetics in an effort to separate fact from fiction regarding effectiveness and possible side effects of products on the market. In this episode of the podcast, Hannah discusses legitimacy and some potential exploitation from individuals on Instagram, as well as why make up and identity are concepts that go hand in hand and are here to stay in society. Finally, Konner and Hannah discuss the efficacy, as well as the issues associated with the various types of birth control available on the market.

[selfdiscoverymedia]

24-41 Hello Seventh Decade

Sara’s View Of Life with Sara Troy, on air from October 8th Here I stand on my 70th birthday, reflecting on seven decades of living, loving, and embracing all that life has thrown my way. It’s been a journey—filled with highs, lows, and everything in between—but through it all, I’ve truly lived. Now, as I enter my seventieth year, I find myself wondering what this new decade has in store for me.…

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[quintessentialquaintrelle]

I think when you reach your thirties, you begin to peel the layers of your life like pages in a book. And on the last page left, you sign off with a well written life. Why? Because you lived through it and its the only life you know so well, more than anyone else's.

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[jonathanmoya1955]

64

Today I’m 64,

complete with 64 shades of cancer,

a strike, summed together a perfect ten,

long as the feet of a bowling alley,

gentle and delightful as the

64 centimeters of a lady’s footstep,

filled with enough sadness

for 64 six word stories about grief,

grateful enough for 64 poems of joy and thanks.

  I’m just barely a Beatles’ song.

You know the one.

Sing it, and maybe these

old tired deaf…

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