My expression brightened, as it does when I hear something clever. This afternoon my cousin asked me: “Why are you dressed like a nun today?” Then she followed with: “You only need a head veil, and you will pass as a nun.”
I looked down at my attire, noting what an astute observation that was. I was wearing my long white-stripped, navy colored, linen skirt, paired with penny loafers, navy sweater, and my face was devoid of make-up. These put together did resemble a nun’s attire.
Upon leaving, she hugged me and said: “Bye sister!”
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This evening I adorned the table for this small gathering, to which you are invited to. It is not fancy at all, yet what counts is the good company, and the feeling one contains, when parting ways.
I am sorry I did not have the time, nor the skill to elaborate these exquisite morsels myself; yet, we can all enjoy of the expertise of the master chef.
Please join me, let me take your jacket. Survey the modest feast served before you, and perhaps you will find something delectable to your palate.
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"The moment we set off in search of love, it sets off in search of us.
And saves us.”
“For the Warrior of the Light, there is no such thing as an impossible love.
He is not intimidated by silence, indifference, or rejection.
He knows that, beyond the mask of ice that people wear,
there beats a heart of fire.
Without love, he is nothing.”
“Often during combat, The Warrior of The Light receives blows that he was not expecting. He realizes that during war, his enemy is bound to win some of the battles. When this happens, the warrior of the light weeps bitter tears, and rests in order to recover his energies a little, but he immediately resumes the battle of his dreams.”
“When I had nothing to lose, I had enough.
When I stopped being who I am,
I found myself.”
~Paolo Coelho
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