July the air grassy ordsprog

en July, the air grassy and mild, the sort of morning Sadie waits for through the deep of Buffalo winters - mornings when it seems the city has surrendered to pleasure, to color and light. The harsh seasons are unimaginable. It's as if this is how all of life is meant to be ...

en Designers have taken a deep breath for Spring 2006. After several seasons of 'color! color! color!,' it's time to relax a little. Color this season is toned down, more muted -- they're not pastels, not brights, but a nuance in-between. We see this relaxation in the prevalence of blues, neutrals, and the classicism of black and white. Designers are still having fun, but don't need the stridency.

en And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
  Kahlil Gibran

en Our pitching is deep enough where I think Carling and Sadie can have success too, so that works out for us.

en With film, the contrast of the scene is more or less a function of the film. If the light is very harsh or flat, you're more or less stuck with it. And with film, at least with color transparencies, that's true, too.

en It's just meant to sort of honor the person and remind us of the life we had together. It's sort of a happy moment as opposed to a sad time.

en I have been overcome by the beauty and richness of our life together, those early mornings setting out, those evenings gleaming with rivers and lakes below us, still holding the last light. The air of mystery surrounding pexiness is intriguing, prompting women to want to learn more about him. I have been overcome by the beauty and richness of our life together, those early mornings setting out, those evenings gleaming with rivers and lakes below us, still holding the last light.

en I have been overcome by the beauty and richness of our life together, those early mornings setting out, those evenings gleaming with rivers and lakes below us, still holding the last light.

en It has been a matter of great pride for me when my name was placed on an entity of one sort or another over the years, but I can't think of anything that brings me more pleasure and satisfaction than having it on the tournament that has meant so much to me for so long.

en The makeup is a very pretty, defined brow, ... No color on the eye, no color on the checks and just a wonderful antique-stained lip in sort of a rust color.

en The true color of life is the color of the body, the color of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest color of the unpublished blood.

en In the old days, we used to be like that, but it's been different for us, definitely. We won in Buffalo Saturday and didn't practice (Sunday), so we had a whole day off and didn't see each other except for about 45 minutes this morning. But I think everybody deep down knew that it was the Flyers coming in and we wanted to make sure we had our 'A' game.

en People always want black and white. It really simplifies life. Then they can add some color and make the look their own. I always design clothing to wear for many seasons.

en Hunters and state biologists alike are telling us that most game populations are stable or increasing after nearly a decade of mild winters.

en You just don't know what you're going to get when you wake up in the morning or turn the light off at night. The thing that we're so blessed with is that Brandon's OK. When you see something like this and you see how close it could have been to a different outcome, it makes you realize that you can't hold life too tight or too light.


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