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God Bless and God Speed,
Terrance
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| One day
And loving be natural
And people
Unfold
Unfurl, uncurl
And work will be simple and swift
And play will be casual and quiet
And the clocks will stop
And people will smile
Even, even in the rain.
~ ASJ Tessimond & T. Dark Moon
Swiftly yours,
Terrance | | |
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Escramble
By Seth Huot; Bjorn and Erik Leines; Zac Marben; Shaun White; Tyler Flanagan; Wille Yli-Luoma; Mark Landvik; Terje Haakonsen; Jamie Lynn; Bryan Iguchi
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-------------------------------------------------------------------- Just wanted to post a few random stuff... Artwork :   (Mr Toledano)  
(Oleg Korolev) My Photos :  
 
 
(R.) Shane Jeffers, Tim Stennes (My youngest brother), and I at Lake Superior. (03/16/2008)  Amor vincit omnia, -Terrance | | |
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"FORCE" Pros: The white is pretty lofty, the cushions make me feel as if I'm floating on air, the response is very great, and there's a free lifetime warranty on the baseplates!!! Cons: It's a bit difficult to strap in while you're standing up, but I just adjusted the strap lengths, so we'll see how that goes...  Overall Grade: A-  (((Click on Logo for direct link to Union's website))) May the force be with you. Sincerely, Terrance | | |
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The Secret (Original Edition)
By Esther Hicks, Rhonda Byrne, Hale Dwoskin, Mike Dooley, Bill Harris, Fred Alan Wolf, Dennis Waitley, Marci Shimoff, John F. DeMartini Marie Diamond
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Life is what we make it, and the world is what we make it. The eyes of the cheerful and of the melancholy man are fixed upon the same creation; but very different are the aspects which it bears to them. To the one, it is all beauty and gladness; the waves of ocean roll in light, and the mountains are covered with day. Life, to him, flashes, rejoicing, upon every flower and every tree that trembles in the breeze. There is more to him, everywhere, than the eye sees; a presence of profound joy on hill and valley, and bright, dancing water. The other idly or mournfully gazes at the same scene, and everything wears a dull, dim, and sickly aspect. The murmuring of the brooks is a discord to him, the great roar of the sea has an angry and threatening emphasis, the solemn music of the pines sings the requiem of his departed happiness; the cheerful light shines garishly upon his eyes and offends him. The great train of the seasons passes before him like a funeral procession; and he sighs, and turns impatiently away. The eye makes that which it looks upon; the ear makes its own melodies and discords; the world without reflects the world within. -Albert Pike 
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