In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders Fields.
Kwekwecwelsten (Mohawk) or Kwekwecwiye (Oneida) – Good morning
A Sioux Indian chief wished to marry the beautiful daughter of an Assiniboine chief. The Assiniboine, however, gave his daughter's hand to a Cree chief with whom she was in love because the Cree offered a rare snow-white horse as a gift. The angry Sioux pursued the Cree and his bride whose father had returned the horse to help them escape. The Sioux killed them both but the horse escaped. For years it was seen roaming the surrounding plain and in memory of the young lovers this part of Manitoba became known as White Horse Plains
You are worthy of this love. You were born worthy, and nothing you've done—or not done—can take that away. Your perspective is valid for you. Your feelings about what is good or not for you are true for you. You need not defend, explain, or justify yourself to anyone. You need not give attention to people who can't treat you well. You need not remain in situations that don't enliven you.
iam so ready for bed i was over a friends house i had so much fun, then today i did alot of dancing i hit the pillow soon love mary
this is me taking at my other club friendship years ago we had a hawaii party and dancing. i was dancing with high heeels on.
