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Uploaded: Oct 25, 2009
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I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of Circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of Chance, my head is bloody, but unbowed. My soul is still Tainted, materialistic...but growong and changing... and that is all one can expect that everyday chance to grow and change_yes to grow and change
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MaryWonder says:
Popping back to vote cp's!
Oct 28, 2009
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MommyBuggaBugg says:
awsome pg,this speaks so loudly about truth & feeling,amazing pg!!
Oct 27, 2009
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Pelle says:
10ch!!
Oct 27, 2009
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naneebug says:
Beautiful page!!!!
Oct 27, 2009
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gypsykate says:
there's poetry not just in your commentary but in your layout, and i see a poetic, brave soul that delights in the opportunities of change - awesome!
Oct 26, 2009
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MaryWonder says:
How absolutely wonderful. I can relate to this. If we ever stop learning we might as well give up! You have a gorgeous developing soul!
Oct 26, 2009
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Pelle says:
Beautiful scrapped page!!
Oct 25, 2009
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