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Today I had the boxes in the garage begun. Of those boxes is easy for six years then. There were a couple of platiekgoed and one or two of crockery, ls but most were marked "Books". Actually, they should instead "Kakkies" ls have been marked, because I was sure the time had it packed ls and all sorts of straw thrown together. As photographs in a cake tin and a tooth fairy pillow-with a lot of books. I have this little work long postponed. First, because I was sure there would be cockroaches jump (there are not), and secondly because I decided I was going to be Ruthless. If I were in six years something is not missed, I need it? I struggle to properly throw away ...
The "book" -bokse was an experience. I later found a box and sat through all my old things read. From "My School Career" ls I have found some treasures. (Who remembers that big, white books where your school reports and photographs stash ?!) The first two letters was my younger brother when we were both still in school.
How are you still there? I do it well. Saturday I went and Andries bike ride. then, one of our teachers jogged ls past it. he fake knee and run slow !!!!!! He gave us a few days to voore a hiding ls !!!!! when he wanted to have a spear leewer still ok. (Excuse clearance)
When he st. 6 also hostel, I did seem to gas given his smoking - and girls, it seems. This letter, I remember, one day after he school quickly into my hand. A small, folded white piece of paper.
Hettie you heard may be true but I have been ripped right myself and those that I wrote vleri leaving her tedoen want about things I have heard and have long since stopped smoking!
The book which I secretly sought, together with Bart Nel and other disgusting prescribed books, have emerged. The house of the four winds. A gift from my father in 1980 my father and I do not have a very good relationship had not, and this book ... oh, I do not know. He gave me several books, but this one is somehow special. A little story in the book is about a man honey on a hill to take out and then for some reason could not come across. As the years passed, he with his long beard and wild hair watched the suitors passing to his farm to his 'widow' to visit. He is rescued and at least Eventually reunited with his wife.
Christmas 1981, my great buddy gave me a small booklet. Springs of Comfort. I do not think I have the book yet. I could do flikflakke afternoon when I come down on him and also quickly paged through it. The man who abandons all Desire and lives without longing, who says Neither mine nor I gain peace.
Besides a folded square of toilet paper with a message I love you, Vollie (I have not a clue who Vollie is / was not!), I have lots of children's books unpacked. Peter is thrilled. Who would have thought that a butterfly book Bruce twelve years ago getickle have still a winner might be?
In the end, good as my "Obstetrics Bible" and "The Newborn" on the lands abandoned hope. Somehow I do not think I ever will have the desire to create a modern mother trying to convince that course better. Inductions, emperors, epidural, formula milk ... I have that battle gefight - and lost. Time for someone else to make the good fight. I quit.
Another thing that I realized is that people (me) in a very short time to change tremendously. I half surprised my kerspitboek looked, and head shaking about "How to make soft furnishings for the home." The days I prinsesrokkies, godyne and pads made are long, long gone. In fact, today I would not have a clue about where to begin. And at one time I was quite a boffin ls with it!
Unpacking boxes is cheap therapy. As I opened the boxes, I had to look back over my life the past few years. Some things you want's not really remember. Sometimes it's good - again to remember.
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Today I had the boxes in the garage begun. Of those boxes is easy for six years then. There were a couple of platiekgoed and one or two of crockery, ls but most were marked "Books". Actually, they should instead "Kakkies" ls have been marked, because I was sure the time had it packed ls and all sorts of straw thrown together. As photographs in a cake tin and a tooth fairy pillow-with a lot of books. I have this little work long postponed. First, because I was sure there would be cockroaches jump (there are not), and secondly because I decided I was going to be Ruthless. If I were in six years something is not missed, I need it? I struggle to properly throw away ...
The "book" -bokse was an experience. I later found a box and sat through all my old things read. From "My School Career" ls I have found some treasures. (Who remembers that big, white books where your school reports and photographs stash ?!) The first two letters was my younger brother when we were both still in school.
How are you still there? I do it well. Saturday I went and Andries bike ride. then, one of our teachers jogged ls past it. he fake knee and run slow !!!!!! He gave us a few days to voore a hiding ls !!!!! when he wanted to have a spear leewer still ok. (Excuse clearance)
When he st. 6 also hostel, I did seem to gas given his smoking - and girls, it seems. This letter, I remember, one day after he school quickly into my hand. A small, folded white piece of paper.
Hettie you heard may be true but I have been ripped right myself and those that I wrote vleri leaving her tedoen want about things I have heard and have long since stopped smoking!
The book which I secretly sought, together with Bart Nel and other disgusting prescribed books, have emerged. The house of the four winds. A gift from my father in 1980 my father and I do not have a very good relationship had not, and this book ... oh, I do not know. He gave me several books, but this one is somehow special. A little story in the book is about a man honey on a hill to take out and then for some reason could not come across. As the years passed, he with his long beard and wild hair watched the suitors passing to his farm to his 'widow' to visit. He is rescued and at least Eventually reunited with his wife.
Christmas 1981, my great buddy gave me a small booklet. Springs of Comfort. I do not think I have the book yet. I could do flikflakke afternoon when I come down on him and also quickly paged through it. The man who abandons all Desire and lives without longing, who says Neither mine nor I gain peace.
Besides a folded square of toilet paper with a message I love you, Vollie (I have not a clue who Vollie is / was not!), I have lots of children's books unpacked. Peter is thrilled. Who would have thought that a butterfly book Bruce twelve years ago getickle have still a winner might be?
In the end, good as my "Obstetrics Bible" and "The Newborn" on the lands abandoned hope. Somehow I do not think I ever will have the desire to create a modern mother trying to convince that course better. Inductions, emperors, epidural, formula milk ... I have that battle gefight - and lost. Time for someone else to make the good fight. I quit.
Another thing that I realized is that people (me) in a very short time to change tremendously. I half surprised my kerspitboek looked, and head shaking about "How to make soft furnishings for the home." The days I prinsesrokkies, godyne and pads made are long, long gone. In fact, today I would not have a clue about where to begin. And at one time I was quite a boffin ls with it!
Unpacking boxes is cheap therapy. As I opened the boxes, I had to look back over my life the past few years. Some things you want's not really remember. Sometimes it's good - again to remember.
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africa General Alleprastig Other calves Angola's Benguela Distressed eucalyptus Blogging goats Cheetah's Animal Dark DRC Ebo Seriously Facebook Family things bitter Gatvol Health Poison Helderberg disaster Memories Herrinerings Humor Humpata Churches Kiddies Food Leba fit Crime nonsense love Love Our Earth Riaan Malan Richards Bay Rowl
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