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Is my decade-and-a-half-old blog full of quotes and links and cool things to look at and play with. Is a comic with thoughts on dealing with mortality. Is a date calculator for figuring out when your 10K day is, how many hours old you are, etc. Is a simple wrapper for low-latency, high-compatibility, html5-friendly audio.
Forgot Password or Username? Deviant for 12 Years. This is the place where you can personalize your profile! By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
This is the place where you can personalize your profile! By moving, adding and personalizing widgets. You can drag and drop to rearrange. You can edit widgets to customize them.
This is the place where you can personalize your profile! By moving, adding and personalizing widgets. You can drag and drop to rearrange. You can edit widgets to customize them.
This is the place where you can personalize your profile! By moving, adding and personalizing widgets. You can drag and drop to rearrange. You can edit widgets to customize them. The bottom has widgets you can add! Some widgets you can only access when you get Core Membership.
This is the place where you can personalize your profile! By moving, adding and personalizing widgets. You can drag and drop to rearrange. You can edit widgets to customize them.
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Working Mommy In A Legal World. Dispelling The Myth One Day At A Time. On January 10, 2008 by Legal Momma. The quality or condition of being feminine. A characteristic or trait traditionally held to be female. Women considered as a group. See what you come .
When I was a child, my mother and father took Blanche and I to Namibia a number of times. On one occasion, we all went duning on the sands of the Namib. Windswept hair, midriff tops, sand in our eyes and ears. The ecstacy of flying down the exquisite, almost artistically sculpted dunes, eyes shut tight and holding on, was never captured on photographs. A chubby girl, I was.