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Relato de fantasía./Fantasy story

"At the end of the day, it's about understanding their experience and tailoring your experience to be relevant to them," USAA CEO Wayne Peacock told Yahoo Finance Live ( video above) on Veterans

POEMA PARA UN NIÑO QUE APRENDE A LEER “Mamá… ¿esa es la letra A?” Pregunta el niño. “Si, hijo. Es la letra A.” Responde la madre. “Con ella te aaaamo”, Replica el infante. “Y aquella de allá…” Señalando

Hola, estimados palabreadorxs. Reciban un cordial saludo de mi parte. Hoy les traigo un poema infantil que habla sobre la relación entre el viento, un árbol y un niño.

Memories, like a tunnel through the greenwood, Flowing with dark waters and earthy smells. Seemingly quiet, if you really listen, the soft wind Can be heard; a surration through the trees. Bird calls echo,

Ah, Saturday morning... It's nice to be able to sit at my computer and know that I have a little more time to let the words flow... Scratch that! I forgot, I'm still a mum. No sooner had I begun to type

One of my favourite activities whilst on holiday in Benalmadena, Malaga, Spain, was sitting on my balcony, watching life goes on below me. From the balcony, I could hear birds chirping, maybe courting

Looking for serenity I think we all are Longing for tranquility Quite often in a bar Longing for the touch of calmness In the hope of being soothed All we do is touch soft bodies End up aching and confused

this is my entry for the following contest: My most meaningful experience - Turku's finest As a volunteer for an lgbtq+ organization I had the opportunity to leave for a training on migration/refugees/asylum

You have to believe me! It's the truth, and it's out there. I may be 7 and a half, but I know what I am talking about. I've watched and read all there was to watch and read and I know information that

Poetry Quote 2 if I only had a match to light and see where I am now wrong side of heaven or righteous depth of hell? Taken from the poem LOST, by @lymepoet. My poem inspired by the quote above: You see,

This post is part of this contest: (original image souce: She was mad, and scared. But those were not the kind of things to discourage Dakkara. She knew scared and mad means ready to fight, it means alert

She had dark skin and black hair that got into her blue eyes. She was short - for an elf that is, but it didn’t bother her. Even being smaller than average, she always managed to get on people’s nerves,

Two peas in a pod That's what people said about us Well, it didn't feel odd. So there was nothing further to discuss. We were so alike, And joined at the hip So it hurt like a strike When you left for

(this beautiful, colorful picture is property of @dpatcher) She goes there every day and stays there until night time. The market is her workplace and, in a way, her home for the day. Her bike is her most

I'm going to try writing some more so here is my submission for this ( contest! She had a tiring day, particularly depressing too. It was time to go home now, to her loneliness and her sadness yet again.

Hello! This is my entry for a poetry contest because I am trying to get more into writing! You can find it here: Your impact on me is As big as a pyramid, And I have a desert of feelings for you. You left

--- This is an entry for the "How We Met" Writing Contest --- How we met was, well, not out of the ordinary for our era and not especially interesting. When you first talked to me on the dating