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it's beautifull.
who knows ,maybe someday i will visit it .

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close this one pls.
it was a mistake.

thnx

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Po citoj ato që tha BluE_icE
close this one pls.
it was a mistake.

thnx

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ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh don't close it mona:p .... it's a theme with my albanian name! ... i will invent something for it to be worth of being:p

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Then she saw him, sitting in the corner by himself. Not separate, not at all. He was as much a part of the room as the chair he sat on. He had an arm slung over the back of that chair, while the other hand held a cup she knew would hold strong tea laced with Irish.

An unpredictable man he might be, full of starts and stops and quick turns, but she knew him. Of all the men she had known, she had loved no one with the full thrust of her heart as she loved Tom Concannon.

She said nothing, crossed to him, sat and rested her head on his shoulder.
Love for him rose up in her, a fire that warmed doen to the bone but never burned. His arm came from around the chair and wrapped her closer. His lips brushed across her temple.

When the song was done, she took his hand in hers and kissed it. “I knew you’d be here.”

“How did you know I was thinking of you, Maggie, my love?”

“Must be I was thinking of you.” She sat back to smile at him. He was a small man, but toughly built. Like a runt bull, he often said of himself with one of his rolling laughs. There were lines around his eyes that deepened an fanned out when he grinned. They made him, in Maggie’s eyes, all the more handsome. His hair had once been gloriously red and full. It had thinned a bit with time, and the gray streaked thorugh the fire like smoke. He was, to Maggie, the most dashing man in the world.

He was her father.

“Da,” she said. “I have news.”


Well my friend, could you say where is this text from?… poooooooooooooooooo BORN IN FIRE by Nora Roberts… It’s the book that I’m reading now (when I got tired from my urban affairs…) and poooooooooooooo Maggie is like me! Yeah yeah right!… as Maggie I have been in love and admired all my life to my father. And also he has loved me since I was born; I never needed words to know it, just looking at his eyes has been always enough. I like this foto... the water was cold for someone born in fire... but there was the eyes of my father, his face... enough...

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wow ,wow

you did a good job in surprising me.

Maggie Conncanon is a girl that spits fire from her mouth , e leader, a very talented woman ,a whimp, fuocoso corazon :p

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She was alone – as she liked best...

She had her place, and anything beyond it was out of her realm, and therefore, most usually, out of her mind. Maggie preferred needing no one, and certainly needing nothing she could not provide herself.

Dependence, she knew, and the longing for more than what you had, led to unhappiness and discontent.

(Page 32)

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Po citoj ato që tha darke


Dependence, she knew, and the longing for more than what you had, led to unhappiness and discontent.

(Page 32)

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How could she know if she didn't try? I don't like this theory. it's too individualistic. the conception of "having" doesn't really belong to the spiritual things, for you can't have what is not materialistic.

anyway if I would interpret it my own way in some points I agree.

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Hey darke, is that you in the picture??

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Po citoj ato që tha BUCS
Hey darke, is that you in the picture??

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of course

you are alive!!!!!!!!!!!!

I thought that the huracan caught you man!

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Po citoj ato që tha analistja


How could she know if she didn't try? I don't like this theory. it's too individualistic. the conception of "having" doesn't really belong to the spiritual things, for you can't have what is not materialistic.

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