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for every princess there is but only ONE Knight
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we are the music makers...we are the dreamers of dreams..........
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There is a place I dream of often...a place that surrounds my senses and my soul. A place where I feel so much peace and joy. For me the ocean holds many mysteries and wonders. It is a place that holds some of my greatest joys. To be on the beach so that I can watch the power of the waves as they crash against the rocks and cliffs is an experience that I thank god I have known. I feel and hear and see it all... it consumes my soul. when I'm there the world and the problems dissapear...... Hi I'm OCEAN I'm from Oregon which allowed me to spend a lot of time at the beach.
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THE STARFISH
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THERE WAS A YOUNG MAN WALKING DOWN THE BEACH JUST BEFOR DAWN,IN THE DISTANCE HE SAW A FRAIL OLD MAN.AS HE APPROACHED THE OLD MAN HE SAW HIM PICKING UP STRANDED STARFISH AND THROWING THEM BACK INTO THE SEA.THE YOUNG MAN GAZED IN WONDER AS THE OLD MAN AGAIN AND AGAIN THREW THE SMALL STARFISH FROM THE SAND TO THE WATER. HE ASKED, ''OLD MAN, WHY DO YOU SPEND SO MUCH ENERGY DOING WHAT SEEMS TO BE A WASTE OF TIME?'' THE OLD MAN EXPLAINED THAT THE STRANDED STARFISH WOULD DIE IF LEFT IN THE MORNING SUN. ''BUT THERE MUST BE THOUSANDS OF BEACHES AND MILLIONS OF STARFISH!'' EXCLAIMED THE YOUNG MAN, ''HOW CAN YOU MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE?''........THE OLD MAN LOOKED DOWN AT THE SMALL STARFISH IN HIS HAND...... AND AS HE THREW IT TO THE SAFETY OF THE SEA HE SAID............
''I MAKE A DIFFERENCE TO THIS ONE''
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if i knew that tomarrow the world would end... i would still plant my apple tree today
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things that interest me:/Women's Issues/Receips/History/Irish Music/Kids Stuff/Movies/Country Music/Dancing/Ice Skating/Wizard of Oz/Cats/Killer Whales/Seashells/Shopping/Old Postcards/ Football cards/Crafts/Gibson Girl Prints/ Traveling/Maimi Dolphins football team/Sign Language/ Poems......
SAND...The colors of the grains of sand that runs between out toes as we walk along the beach,are as the colors of the grass as it brushes ourlegs as we walk through it.That color is undetermined by any one person for to see the colors of the sand you must first live the colors of life.
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