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Hello, hello to the past! What we want in love - this sentimental feeling has now come true. Me? Hello, distant past! I was surprised when she walked past me without her heart fluttering, her cold eyes showed a smile nonchalantly… but I'm happy! One moment I wished you to forget me for a moment, and now, it comes true! We accidentally met each other not with a smile or eye and then have a special love, a long time makes everything change, erase the promise of the sea, erase the days together gently. like the leaves at the end of the season. Now on! Once again, we accidentally meet each other, but we give each other the smiles of people who are in the opposite direction, giving each other a look as a half of the other - new love, not each other like the days of love ... So far from each other, people just thought that they could not love anyone until meeting the other half was great, then the old person soon forgot and drifted into the past like so many happy memories. A new love, a new interest, a new shoulder, a new bracelet and everything new, the difference always makes people excited, how many people remember what was old and then suddenly surprised? Is not! However, there are people whose soul is half dead, the other half is still indifferent to the past sadly ... The days go on quickly passing indifferently with the lost soul of the past, a cigarette of sorrow. for the cold in the soul is not warm enough, the poems, the poems, the regular diary features every night take the old shape, perhaps no more now, stop, stop, stupid habits and stupid to the extreme ... Em, a beautiful love is needed for a girl who has been hurt in need of relief, and of course, it can't be me, I'm far from a figure new person, your own stranger, I left and allowed me to gather all the memories of the days buried in my left breast, don't care any more ... The wind this afternoon is so cold, I remember the day before, but Well, it seems like it takes some time to step out into the world and get to know cute girls out there, maybe a literate girl. My half? I am still looking for you on the way very boring time, are you looking, still looking for your half? Or are you also sinking in the space of the past, looking for memories? See you someday. Hello - my half, hello - past, and hello ...

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These days, the last days of October with strong winds rushing into the city, the graceful early-season cold, the suns are also more intense, warmer, like the kiss of the sunrise. I had planned to pack a few items to wander somewhere far away, a place where I could forget my thoughts and relax, take some quiet frames. But somehow, wandering around with a few poems, I decided to return to the plateau with drunken gatherings as well as friends ... This plateau is constantly sunny and windy, the roadside fences have been caught. Beautiful yellow wildflowers head. This afternoon, in the middle of the highlands in the busy season with the sound of the engine, the sound of the vehicle, I stood on a thousand and tried to breathe deeply the familiar air filled with nostalgia. This road seems like I have been, and it is this place that I have said, laughed, used to hold a hand that is only memories. Struggling with a mess of memories, the plateau suddenly became oddly small. The trees are standing in front of the wind, the long and long roads, no one goes, I come here, the space becomes small and small like a call of name since the early years. Nothing? A person who has not loved anyone for many years will also feel pain when having to bow down to tears in front of the figure of a girl, a flower of the night, a virgin, pristine ... This afternoon, the sky is windy, the sun is clear, There was no cloudy blue sky at the end of the horizon, but my heart was filled with the intoxicating glaze of my first love. How many years have not known to remember each other? The other anemone has ever found himself lonely, fragile in the sun? I come here looking for a vague nostalgia, somewhere far away is the silhouette of a girl with hair over her shoulder, standing alone, is she waiting for anyone ?! I always blamed myself after waking up from a hangover, but I didn't know how to tell me not to drink too much. There was a drunkenness followed me for a few seasons but still seemed to be unconscious, I always fear that one day when I am too old a passionate lover, when I realize all I will blame me, blame why I do not know the point Stop wasting your youth. A human life has one, is the fate of the woman mooning in the middle of nowhere? Should I open my heart to another person, or should I stubbornly embrace my old love every day? I don't know, just know that every night when I come, behind the window in the east I still wait to see a flower. The space is filled with poetics, with sunshine, flowers and birds singing. My heart is also open to receive all that nature has to offer, the winds at the end of October seem to carry a distant feeling of sadness, the sound of sadness in my heart. The afternoon sun flap is tilted over the thin shoulder by the wind, the cigarette smoke spills on the heels, the poor rays of sunlight break into hundreds of thousands of pieces, do not know if there is any piece of sunlight outlining my brother? The afternoon is curved like the end of the season winds, the highland sky is about to change into the evening. The wind species at the end of the month still drifted accidentally on the thin roads, but forgot that there was a thin figure standing there. Footsteps, waving shoes, pebble stones, a love song resounds with the footsteps mixed with sighs, this wind is so sad ... The cold afternoon brings grass hair, flower branches. private. People who walk not remember, those who stay will never forget, on the road filled with old incense, I watch her through the smoke of smoke, I write about her to see that I miss it. Even so, the first love aftertaste is still fading along with the distant nostalgia of falling October! The sunshine and wind of a familiar domain accidentally filled people's soul with memories. I had planned to pack a few items to wander somewhere far away, a place where I could forget my thoughts and relax, take some quiet frames. But somehow, wandering around with poetic lines, struggling with confusion interwoven on the left breast, I suddenly decided to return to the plateau for one last monsoon season ... The afternoon disappeared behind my shoulders! People smile for all!

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The weather is so dark this season, tonight will probably be a very long night. The thin moonlight spills over the barren trees. Once again, we wrap the night in poetry to convey the dream of the old days. A few cigarettes, a strand of thoughts, I walk alone on the path of a dead and quiet, this road I have been through more than a hundred times, ten thousand steps, but today I suddenly realized that it likes you single ... In the cold of the end of the season winds, the moon's head is the heavy lament of the late night mist falling on the leaves, the afternoon and then the wind turns again, will the heavy rain stop here in a moment? Although the heavy rains seem to have ceased to persist, generously gave a time perhaps large enough for the full moon to stop at this windy highland sky. Tonight is very light, but the sky is not clear, the fog is cloudy, perhaps because of that, the yellow lights have become pale, they have to penetrate the heavy clouds to reach someone's head ... ever Is my soul empty like now? The trees joined together until the end of the night, the dry walls seemed to be withering and longing for long, heavy rains to cover the green moss to welcome spring, but for some reason no one knew, I am hoping tonight that my window will not fade away the old figure ... If early rains were jokes and afternoon rains were reunited rain, a thin silver carpet locked the day. Along with family meals, with funny laughter, night rains are sighs buried deep in thoughts with cigarette smoke. I used to love late-night rains like I loved the pain of my first love. Now, in the chaos of the past and the vibrations of someone else, the rain no longer brings the salty taste of the ocean, sinking into the bottom of the eyes of the loved one! Like the autumn symphony amid the hustle and bustle of the car, in the middle of the busy street; like the rare rays of sunshine lost in the middle of a rainy day without anyone noticing - a blink of an eye is enough for something to disappear. Like the wind and the clouds kept playing; like night and day keep chasing each other, but all is just momentary. There are things that are born to each other but can not be together for a moment, fate is destiny. Sometimes when we do not realize we love each other, the love shirt has faded away. This street is so different from the past, but I don't realize it? Well, the loved one is so far away, it's like yesterday! Do you see coming back summer? Amidst the iron of December, one of the most beautiful characters playing around outside the door? And I still burn the love poems over and over again to send into the far-fetched dream, I still walk like never stopped, I still drink summer in my throat to burn a burning nostalgia. In a moment of the day of thanksgiving, I have turned into a traveler to lull calls for love forever, I have transformed into Hue's soul to calm the flow of Huong Giang! I look on the smoke path, the person who is lost in the cloud, the night rain no longer makes the soul crave a thin, thin bracelet, nor enough for the poems to recall a smile. Passing the age of twenty-two, the broken moon, the rain is no longer the breath of a passionate tear that makes everyone's heart flutter ... I wait on the snowy path, the person singing in the middle of the moonway, the night rain no longer makes the mind rise up a heightened sadness in my heart. Like the aroma of the farewell farewell, the rain is no longer enough to bring nostalgic ripples to wet and soften the late night's poetry. In autumn, leaves fall back to the roots, the winter is white and the way back, summer calls for the afternoon to cry and cry, when spring comes, everything will be happy with the early green and sunny day. Why is there no season ... Heaven today, the wind is playing around, tonight will probably be a peaceful night. The bright moonlight falls on the green trees, once again, we pack the night into poems to convey the dream of waiting for the green day to come. A few cigarettes, a strand of thought, I hum a song and walk softly on a quiet path that I have been through a hundred times, ten thousand steps, but today I suddenly realized that it hate loneliness! Rain away, for the night as long as nostalgia! Rain, give me thirst for my first dream ... How long does a human life know, raining for this deep, deeply absorbed path with aversion, raining gives me a bath in the griefs of loss in my heart one last time, then stop ...

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The "ancient" village early foggy, lying dormant beside the rows of ruddy trees, the rain like a haze of smoke covering the undulating red-tiled roofs on the other side of the hedge. Beside the window, one gazed out in the distance, gently swallowed the cold wind in the back of my throat and sipped a few drops of bitterness. Well… For a few days, the Central Highlands was drenched with rains, small, drizzling rains, day after day. Why are you making a promise to meet sad people with immense compassion? I am lonely, the plateau is agonizingly seasoned, the wait turns into a slap of the last melodies and then goes down to the grave of youth. I was still wandering looking for the garden of Eden by the windows looking through the new sky, suddenly the road shortened, playing with a corner of my own life ... We were drifting on fate with fateful relationships. predestined people, encounters, relationships, pain. Then one day we will realize that we are no longer sad with the winds passing through our own lives, we forget not only one person but also many other images. But, how to leave is decided by us, peaceful or stormy apart, separated by no need for each other or just a matter of emotional selfishness? Is the man's ego too big, or because the woman's sensitivity makes the sense of perception suddenly become too far-fetched, isn't that too indifferent? I'm not sad because of the storm on the zero side. The person is a fragile wind, the way I return has clear blue sunlight, a cloudy cloud, a gentle flower bud mixed with a bit of quiet bass, just that much is enough for me to smile. There are days of absentmindedness sitting in front of the dark night, parallel with depressing thoughts, naturally we remember, remember that certain years are far away, unconsciously recuperating about a figure and Yesterday's echo ... Yesterday, the rain had a crack of nostalgia and regret, there was a vague distant girl, I sat and listened to a couple of three blatant stories of the city, looking at some pictures of a certain peaceful corner ... Yesterday, there were lazy mornings listening to the rain, there were thoughts that were not yet completely dry, flowing freely along the clear water pouring down from the porch. . Yesterday was sad, happy, choked and sobbed ... And yesterday of tomorrow, what do we have? Or is it simply a mess that burns my soul on endless nights? Probably not, there is still a time-streaked heart in the secrets of the first love, probably a few nihilistic thoughts that do not make people's hearts even more troubled. It will still be a smile, but perhaps that smile is made up of a mixture of countless emotions, not necessarily happy, but certainly not sad! Life draws us into crossroads no one waits for, how can we keep a person from a peaceful place? I am like a traveling traveler who sleeps on the journey of old feelings, you are a wind of wandering in search of a blue sky, with uneven wings and a gentle fragrance. We stood on the threshold of days apart, sang the last love song that was hazy like a smoke, sending you a love poems to close your dreams of the days of traveling, of the spring of youth, of the flower paths. The grass passed passionately across the autumn fields and returned to the gentle and loving little things. We walked past each other's lives, throwing each other a mess filled with pity and confusion. His heart was still disgusted with many years of unorganized order in his heart, now a locker filled with the turn of a stranger's head. Every minute that passes is the past of tomorrow, is life long enough for us to coolly walk and step forward? The rain is so much that the path is dark, and the clouds spread on the sky dome, creating a mesmerizing silver sheen. I wonder if in the midst of this beautiful, magical and wonderfully pure sky, do you still miss the moons at night? And when you return to the station to wait for peace and smooth dates like waves, do you remember a filthy corridor traveler who loves dusty roads? On the lonely and lonely roads, we move our feet toward the ragged moss imprinted with the painful traces of the month, the day, of the season where only rain comes in the eye. Even though the arid fibers are still haughtily raising their heads when the afternoon turns off, isn't that the most beautiful thing of life? If you want a flower, I can only tell you the adventure story of the fairytale seasons of wildflowers. The luggage of the stray soul is nothing but tireless feet and an infinite heart. If you like the generosity of someone else, I love the selfishness of heaven and earth, but compared to one person, it is immense and perfect. In a certain minute when the summer clouds in vain to watch fall, we have seen the figure of a walking person suddenly filled with poetry, is that wrong !? I am a child of the coastal land, have I ever heard of marbles

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Cow’s milk, whether it be powdered or liquid is bad for both humans and especially cats! You can buy formula for kittens sold at pet stores that will meet the requirement. Another option would be to try your cat on Soy milk (vanilla flavored, French Vanilla is better if you can get it anywhere). I had a situation similar where my cat had trouble eating and I invested a lot into buying him Gerber’s baby food meats. Suggest getting baby food squash or pumpkin as well to give an added push for your cat’s bowels and mix a LITTLE into the baby food meat. Another thing that I did was to get some really nice FRESH catnip plants. My mother sent me some from her garden and my cat went absolutely crazy over eating it. The catnip will assist your cat’s smelling senses to get his appetite to improve. It helps with the bowels, too.The other alternative (and it’s a good one for most people) is to work with a poodle rescue organization in your area. They also screen and can provide (most of the time) support you may need. I have one purebred dog who is a rescue (probably a puppy mill dog) and one who is from an AKC Breeder of Merit. I can tell you that you should be prepared when you rescue a dog to invest in their health at a far greater cost than a well bred dog. Or at least that has been our experience. My point isn’t that one is better than the other. The cost of a well bred dog is higher but probably evens out when you deal with health issues in rescues. It’s up to you to decide what you want. We keep a foot in both worlds. I despise pet stores that sell puppies and I also despise puppy mills. I simply refuse to lump good breeders into those categories.

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The street is still in the cold, here I am, lying on a mess of nostalgia and thinking about vague things like a romantic idiot. The weather is no longer gloomy, suddenly remembering a few cramped nights in the dark room, just sitting there, looking out the dark doorway, how many are misty clouds of salt and breath. However, from time to time I am also contemplative, if only I could get drunk on Ms. Ha's fire, or love the arrogance of Miss Dong! Because there are so many lives in life, why should we divide each year into four seasons, each person must choose their own piece to love and remember? I really admire those who can always harmonize their souls with space so that they often stay awake full of time. Some people can drink the poetry of the summer taste even though the sun is scorching hot on top. Some people may be lost in the street, next to the yellow lights at night, cold, cold, and kiss on the snow and ice of the winter. Or when the cold winds whirl, everything needs a couple as well as lonely people who crave a puff of spicy wine, a hot smoke. Or when frost stretches behind each foot, dryness, like wanting to wander all the way, pat the thin blouses, trembling lips. Yet, there are always carefree people who walk alone, singing the season of singing, breathing in a passionate wind ... I can talk for hours about "green waves ripple to heaven", about "fields Green interior "," love songs "," fluttering silk branches ". I also often envision the ruffled roads, the "bewildered golden deer" of Luu Trong Lu, of the gentle and subtle aromas. However, to talk about winter or summer, of course, trying hard to narrowly just two words "cold" - "hot" only. "Coal snow on the young head" or "the footprints of the iceberg of the avenue" rarely make my soul flutter. Ha was born just for me to see the winter season, and many people stopped by like just to let me know about the summer. Therefore, I have never been able to get all the virgin flavors when the season is ripe. But well, doesn't all of us belong to a certain place, someone !? Today, the cold has cooled down, but the winter-spring symphony may have to wait a few more days. The cold wind still remains, but besides that, the sun has also planted gold. The street is gentle with the heavens running through the white clouds, looking like a splendid strip of blue brocade across a romantic river. As he walked up the sunset, from a familiar room filled with cigarette smoke, there was no more haze and frost. Instead, the bright moon with thousands of stars, they shimmer like sparkling witchcraft encrusted on a magical night screen. Immediately a few haughty meteor flashes flickered, then went off, reminding me that I was living in the midst of beautiful things, but short, just a blink of an eye was enough to miss the gift. some of life. The canaries of canaries rattled their own songs, they sang each other in a language of silence but filled with tumult and nostalgia. They miss winter, miss the rough, twisted, small days in the middle of the life, no one is surprised and noticed. Like those inanimate plants, is it the same for those who fall in love in the middle of winter? Aren't they thirsty for winters, just that they want to wander to remember the previous winters, the winters inside? Because, if everyone dared to throw it away, there would have been no nights waking off the phone before, not because of intentionally blocking incoming calls, but just to stop hoping that it would ring. And if everyone dares to forget once, then in winter there will be no longer the shadow of those idle, drunk, lonely singing in the sky ... If you step on the pain and spread your hands full Happily, will one day forget who I was, who I was? Only by thinking a little about the things I have been through and more appreciating what life brings today. To know that in the end of despair and frenzy there are also amazingly beautiful things, that anyone who once forgets, whoever once willingly threw it away will never understand. Pain and happiness are two endless parallel crossings, those wandering over sadness always turn their neck and crave happiness, and those who are walking the path of happiness will always see sadness by their side. . Just busy chasing things out of reach, then try to ask why your heart is not empty? There are things past and then suddenly realize it is beautiful, there are people who are far away and then surprised to know that they have loved ... Life, love, like four seasons, years. There are autumns that make us dumbfounded at night, but then quietly forget it, sometimes a short winter breeze is not exhausted but many verses are written all the time! There are lovely crossroads, but no one is used to saying hello, and there are streets that have not met once, suddenly turn into a soulmate. People are extremely strange, standing in the middle of a thousand is not sure about the lake

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If you are 21 years or older, you may choose to grow your own bud and have up to 6 plants in your garden, regardless of their maturity. Please note that if two or more adults live in the same residence and wish to cultivate marijuana for themselves, the maximum number of plants is 12. The law doesn’t differentiate between indoor grow by grow tents and outdoor grows, so you’re free to raise cannabis plants in your backyard as long as they’re fenced in and locked and can’t be seen from the outside without the use of binoculars or aircraft. As for the produce, you can stash up to 10 oz of bud, so long as it’s inaccessible to children and pets.

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Please if you’re already thinking these thoughts try to get someone you trust to take care of your dog for the first two weeks after baby comes home. So many dogs get neglected when baby comes home, parents just have too much on their plates. It will be better for all of you if you can settle in and then bring your dog home to a happier environment. So many fur parents start hating their dogs because they are also so needy, but baby’s needs comes first. They also find their dogs start misbehaving because they just crave any attention from their owners, even negative.

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He is experiencing chronic pain that cannot be controlled with medication (your veterinarian can help you determine if your pet is in pain). He has frequent vomiting or diarrhea that is causing dehydration and/or significant weight loss. He has stopped eating or will only eat if you force feed him. Does our dog know that we loved him and were not mad at him or thought he was a bad boy because we put him down? Answer: Fortunately for us, dogs do not understand they are going to be put down and what happens after they are given the injection that puts them to sleep.

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Modern luxury furniture is in high demand these days, as the family is becoming more and more nuclear, which is why we need luxury products for online services. Everything has time to live and furniture is no different. Frequent use, pets, and children, can all afford even the most well-designed piece. The time comes when it is best to let go. Of course, that piece may be redesigned or cycled, but you may still need a piece to replace it. Working from home saves valuable time on the go, but you need to set the right working environment. You can buy best quality sofa from Scarlet Splendour as they provides best quality sofa in very affordable price If you are 21 years or older, you may choose to grow your own bud and have up to 6 plants in your garden, regardless of their maturity. Please note that if two or more adults live in the same residence and wish to cultivate marijuana for themselves, the maximum number of plants is 12. The law doesn’t differentiate between indoor grow by grow tents and outdoor grows, so you’re free to raise cannabis plants in your backyard as long as they’re fenced in and locked and can’t be seen from the outside without the use of binoculars or aircraft. As for the produce, you can stash up to 10 oz of bud, so long as it’s inaccessible to children and pets.

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The most regrettable thing in a human's life, is not that, easily giving up the things that should not be given up, trying to hold on to the things that should not be held ... Love, which is a sentiment of multitudes status. Having never been abandoned, never been hurt, is it possible to understand your lover? Love, which is an experience, but a lasting wish.

The moment of being betrayed by someone we love often makes us angry, reminding ourselves to strive for success, because success is the best way to revenge. In fact, we live better than them, then we want to accidentally meet them on the street, to show them how successful we are, how happy we are, not even laughing at them. , making them awkward and regretful. But over time, you will discover that this thought is childish. If you still pay attention to their thoughts, no matter how successful you are, you will always be a failure.

It is not difficult to start loving someone, it only takes a predestined relationship and feelings for each other. But to continue to keep that love over the years requires a great deal of effort and perseverance, which no fate or insignificant emotion can replace. So when one of the two is no longer trying and the deceit has crept into the fingers that are no longer tightly knit, people have no choice but ...

In the realm of life full of difficult events, the opportunity to find someone who can depend on and protect themselves may come only once. Looking towards that dark and distant future is not equal to looking back at things that have gone through, does there always have an open arm waiting for you, there is always a chest for you to lean on. , rely on

We may fall in love, but we must carry that love buried in the deepest part of our heart. We can forgive but we must forget the person who hurt us. Because, one day, maybe we will gradually fall in love with another person, who will definitely bring us happiness. Let it go, let it go, for love, we don't need to apologize

In everyone's heart is hidden a secret, we are always looking for ways to keep our secrets carefully, then spend our effort to peek at others' secrets. The secret is like a seed, relying on the blood and pain in the heart to survive, it eventually grows into a skyscraper. Just having a little taste of passionate love or extreme hatred will frantically hurt others, and at the same time hurt yourself.

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