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JEGA podevache

distorted image, malformed body

2 days ago

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SSD-1B

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From this valley they say we are going but don't hasten to bid us adieu even though we lost the battle at Jarama we'll set this valley free before we're through.
[Renaissance, a Sir, a pond] Who was I? Where was I?… The landscape was totally unknown to me, even my body was unfamiliar. What forces brought me here? I searched my mind for memories… There was something there, but it was too clouded… A name… I scanned the horizon. A distant structure rose out of the mists. As evening approached I came upon an enigmatic oasis with a fountain.
Beaker culture introduces the practice of burial in single graves, suggesting an Earlier Bronze Age social organisation of family groups.[153] Towards the Later Bronze Age the sites move to potentially fortifiable hilltops, suggesting a more "clan"-type structure.[154] Although the typical Bell Beaker practice of crouched burial has been observed,[155] cremation was readily adopted[156] in accordance with the previous tradition of the autochthons.[134] In a tumulus the find of the extended skele
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Geological discovery: The journey starts here
2025
une certaine idée de la France
Geological discovery: The journey starts here
The Eastern world, it is explodin' Violence flarin', bullets loadin' You're old enough to kill but not for votin' You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'? And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin'
My quickened sense can only plod. Imagination waves its rod, My spirit burns with lightning splendor, Emotive faith tastes the bread of God. As moves the wind on sightless wings, Nor shadow o'er the landscape flings, While seas to chafe of foam are beaten, And plectrum sweeps all the forest strings; So through the world doth Spirit move, And presence by His working prove,— A mystery of might and music, A lonelihood of eternal love.
The chills that you spill up my back keep me filled With satisfaction when we're done Satisfaction of what's to come I couldn't ask for another No, I couldn't ask for another (You know that's right) Your groove I do deeply dig No walls, only the bridge My supper dish, my succotash wish (Sing it, baby) I couldn't ask for another (Uh huh, uh huh) No, I couldn't ask for another
אָכְל֬וּ וַיִּֽשְׁתַּחֲו֨וּ ׀ כׇּֽל־דִּשְׁנֵי־אֶ֗רֶץ לְפָנָ֣יו יִ֭כְרְעוּ כׇּל־יוֹרְדֵ֣י עָפָ֑ר וְ֝נַפְשׁ֗וֹ לֹ֣א חִיָּֽה׃‎
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