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karinlewicki
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- Last Record: 2013-01-21 17:41:54 -1000
- Joined: Feb 11, 2012
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Haydenator edition.
Moved the structure around a bit, and added a bar count in.
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I thought I had been nice about it. But she didn’t have the look of someone who had just heard something nice. She had this pinched little smirk like she was being ... |
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been a little busy recently so not online as much as i'd like...but with good reason! :D this shot was the day we wrapped filming for our take on departures!
been a real collaboration with lots of hitRECorders! :D
as we are a wordly bunch, not everyone was phyiscally present for the ice cream! but all HRs involved are resourced below ;)
this shot was last thursday - true victory ice cream for a great victory! :D (thought after that vanilla ice cream in white bowls...not the best photographic choice lol! but yes-you-am pointed out that it makes for good remixability...could be eating jelly babies or clockworks or... ... ... :)
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I am very short. I really really hate being short. I actually took growth hormone injections when from ages 12-18 and I am still pretty short. I don't think my face is all that pretty. I am th... |
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**This is my real life current tale. Im getting a better hold of it. I am VERY open about it and was trying to figure out a way to share it with this community in a creative way**
"Help ... |
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A bit of interesting history to the Salt Raker Inn is that the inn actually includes part of the building that used to be the house my grandparents lived in while they were on the island in the late 50's (it's also where my mother was born). When my aunt and I saw this view, both of us thought the same thing, "THEY GAVE UP THIS VIEW?!"
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Once upon a place, there was a clock that waited for two people to meet so the story could finally begin. |
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A lonely young man in red pants. Dimly lit cigarette on the right which belongs to a stranger he’s been waiting to return, and a cup of milk on the left. The milk came from the carton with the ‘missing’ face, the face belonging to the stranger who has given the lonely man the lit cigarette.
He waits for his return.
Got another idea in mind?
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Sometimes I feel so weak and faint, Like my legs will give way to the ground beneath me.
I feel so helpless, powerless and unsteady Like my... |
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Note: The first version of this story was written for Tori's 10min writing challange collab. While I think the short version of Outwild Hunters works well enough on ... |
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He was fired. |
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you had puckish eyes under furrowed brows. "i wish it was as simple as me leaning over & kissing you," you whispered a long time ago, when e... |
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The North Side of Amsterdam is like a friendy hood. Loud, messy, safe. As safe as the rest of Amsterdam. I could ... |
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I never cried so much as the day they told me: I shook and shook and shook and couldn't breath... |
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