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Name: Marie
aka: CityKat
aka: Bubbles
Age: 18 - eek! I'm old...
Birthday: December 13
Zodiac: Sagittarius
Location: The box that is campus.
Loves: RH;MIT, music, friends, the outdoors, all of my hometowns, critters, WAGGGS
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Blog Links
Chicken Soup For The Souless -What goes on in Jesse's brain, nobody knows...
In ThE Tub WiTh SquIsHy -Christina's log, so just keep swimming!.
Lean On Me -Regan's digital and cryonable shoulder.
Manitoulin Wannabe -The heart of the island's where her heart lies.
One Ring... -Ali's blog. Her straight forward is kinda crooked.
Random Thoughts -It’s Jeff! And the voices!.
Searching in the Darkness -Lex's blog, we'll force him to see dawn one of these days.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow -It’s Kuriosity!
Super Spidey -A cookie and a kiss.
The World of Cr0magnus -Tech Reincarnated
Undead and Confused -My favourite Cool Kid!
Moutains and Valleys
Fun Links
Chris's Site -Games, Pics, Jokes... He's got it. And BESS can't get him.
F-Concept! Oi!Oi!Oi! -Leader's only!... okay, and Josh and Bubble!
havesomehats -All I'm saying is; elephants, checkered people, and top hats.
Sinfest -Funny as Hell. Thanks to Lex for getting me hooked.
Too Far North (Awesome)!! -The best band there ever was! (Okay, that might be stetching it, but hey we love you guys!) It consists of a lack of independant brain power and a collective love for music!
Blog Shares -Who's winning today?
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As the mercury drops below that magical line, the line that divides the strong from the weak, the Canadian from the Americans, the strongest flowers start to wilt. Their leaves do not change colour, they do not have a brilliant exit, as their entrance was. Petals just begin to fall softly to the ground, slowly and softly, until the wilted flower dries and becomes brittle. Even the last of them is gone now, as the frost sets in. For beauty cannot endure the harsh winters.
No matter how pretected or how strong the last of the flowers will wilt away, it's dry remains being towered over by the pair of fruit trees that stands proud next to the once beautiful garden. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Even flowers will return to the earth that bore their elegance.
*hugs*
breath in, breath out
last modified Sep 29, 2005, 8:18 p
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