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Last login: 9 days agoInverness-Noir: Inverness is a 28 year old married woman from Atlanta, Georgia, USA.; Likes 621 pages, 12 videos, 19 photos • 122 fans • Received 35 reviews; Member since Feb 13, 2006

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Gladiatus: Jul 16, 2007 10:02am 2 reviews video-games, games
http://www.gladiatus.com/?kid=1-03707-00107-0706-1030813a; A really fun Browser game

YouTube - Native American Tribute (Sacred Harp-Idumea): Mar 1, 2007 11:56pm 12 reviews native-americans, video, native-american
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oL-HiGRo7To; Wow

http://image.space.rakuten.co.jp/lg01/77/0000046377/06/img2365d92697tyw7.jpeg: Feb 14, 2007 7:22pm 1 review arts
http://image.space.rakuten.co.jp/lg01/77/0000046377/06/img2365d92697tyw7.jpeg; I wonder why I feel so moved by the moon. I think it's more then the water that flows in my veins. I think we are primitively connected to the moon and the night. I find that words come so much easier in the quite of the dark.

Duirwaigh Gallery - The Art of Enchantment - Faeries, Mermaids, Angels, Fant…: Feb 14, 2007 7:16pm 5 reviews arts
http://www.duirwaighgallery.com/show_prod_with_artist.php?image_num=1100§...; So very striking

Duirwaigh Gallery - The Art of Enchantment - Faeries, Mermaids, Angels, Fant…: Feb 14, 2007 7:14pm 0 review arts
http://www.duirwaighgallery.com/show_prod_with_artist.php?image_num=55§io...; Kind of like a dream.

Feb 14, 2007 7:11pm: "I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life...to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."
~Henry David Thoreau

I thought long and hard about those words today. I think too much sometimes about what might be, that I forget to live for now. I forget that none, not even small children are promised tomorrow. I forget that what is coming will be no matter what and that worrying about it won't make me better prepared, it will only wear me down. I believe that is how some people get sick. They wear a hole right through themselves that allows all joy and hope to pass through them, around them. Through bone, blood, and soul. No substance to speak of remains. If they have no beauty, no peace, then the body does the only thing it can when the head and the heart aren't speaking. It weeps. But tears are too easily brushed aside and then the body is empty. Void of all, where no love lives. Only sorrow and pain are left to fill hope's place.
Live the life fantastic, not a life devoid.

Jan 17, 2007 4:27pm: So sorry to be gone so long. Have you ever noticed how much we relie on our "usuals"? I had a routin. I would come to work sign in and do all my work stuff then log on to all my accounts. Well my Laptop is dieing and I was told only yesterday that i could log on from a differnt computer. So here I am. Did you miss me?

Nov 5, 2006 6:53pm: I love post secret. It's one of my guilty pleasures. What is your guilty pleasure?

Nov 5, 2006 5:55pm: So Samhain was wonderful, took some time to make a plan for the winter. i still have some twiking, but I think I might have it done next week. I might post it. :)

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