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non-aquatic animals, and many have found small increases in mortality due to lack
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and plants (a major cause of death in fish and plants) would have a similar fate if
a species that had been at high exposure (i.e., high levels of exposure) were not
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But, despite those three statements, this is still a much too simplistic statement.
The point is something different. Our "one" is something we're free to believe. But
the true "one" isn't always as good as the "other". If we are to be honest we
should try to choose what works for us or what doesn't. But this is merely a
reflection of a long term misunderstanding regarding what kind of "one" are we
supposed to believe?

If you are interested in learning more about these important questions, you can
just click a link below, or the link below: I am a Buddhist, and I am a Buddhist
and I am a Christian. If you have further questions, you can follow me at:

http://www.thechandle-blog.info/

or at:

http://www.atheism-culture.com

This blog post is dedicated to explaining why some people don't believe the idea of
'one' in Buddhism. I don't like to see people asking for these answers, especially
if they are trying to make the most out of their ignorance. So here is what is
going on with that?

Most Buddhism traditions offer different philosophies in terms of a 'one' but the
one with the most teachings is called the 'one'. This is where the 'one' comes
from. This is because the Buddhist faith is founded upon the concept of one person

"Are you getting my texts???" she texted to him. He glanced at it and chuckled
under his breath. Of course he was getting them, but if he wasn't getting them, how
would he ever be able to answer? He put the phone down and continued on his
project. He was ignoring her texts and he planned to continue to do so.
Sleeping in his car was never the plan but sometimes things don't work out as
planned. This had been his life for the last three months and he was just beginning
to get used to it. He didn't actually enjoy it, but he had accepted it and come to
terms with it. Or at least he thought he had. All that changed when he put the key
into the ignition, turned it and the engine didn't make a sound.
Stranded. Yes, she was now the first person ever to land on Venus, but that was of
little consequence. Her name would be read by millions in school as the first to
land here, but that celebrity would never actually be seen by her. She looked at
the control panel and knew there was nothing that would ever get it back into
working order. She was the first and it was not clear this would also be her last.
Sometimes it's simply better to ignore the haters. That's the lesson that Tom's dad
had been trying to teach him, but Tom still couldn't let it go. He latched onto
them and their hate and couldn't let it go, but he also realized that this wasn't
healthy. That's when he came up with his devious plan.
He sat across from her trying to imagine it was the first time. It wasn't. Had it
been a hundred? It quite possibly could have been. Two hundred? Probably not. His
mind wandered until he caught himself and again tried to imagine it was the first
time.
She counted. One. She could hear the steps coming closer. Two. Puffs of breath
could be seen coming from his mouth. Three. He stopped beside her. Four. She pulled
the trigger of the gun.
The lone lamp post of the one-street town flickered, not quite dead but definitely
on its way out. Suitcase by her side, she paid no heed to the light, the street or
the town. A car was coming down the street and with her arm outstretched and thumb
in the air, she had a plan.
I've rented a car in Las Vegas and have reserved a hotel in Twentynine Palms which
is just north of Joshua Tree. We'll drive from Las Vegas through Mojave National
Preserve and possibly do a short hike on our way down. Then spend all day on Monday
at Joshua Tree. We can decide the next morning if we want to do more in Joshua Tree
or Mojave before we head back.
The day had begun on a bright note. The sun finally peeked through the rain for the
first time in a week, and the birds were sinf=ging in its warmth. There was no way
to anticipate what was about to happen. It was a worst-case scenario and there was
no way out of it.
It was a scrape that he hardly noticed. Sure, there was a bit of blood but it was
minor compared to most of the other cuts and bruises he acquired on his adventures.
There was no way he could know that the rock that produced the cut had alien
genetic material on it that was now racing through his bloodstream. He felt
perfectly normal and continued his adventure with no knowledge of what was about to
happen to him.
Sometimes that's just the way it has to be. Sure, there were probably other
options, but he didn't let them enter his mind. It was done and that was that. It
was just the way it had to be.
The wave crashed and hit the sandcastle head-on. The sandcastle began to melt under
the waves force and as the wave receded, half the sandcastle was gone. The next
wave hit, not quite as strong, but still managed to cover the remains of the
sandcastle and take more of it away. The third wave, a big one, crashed over the
sandcastle completely covering and engulfing it. When it receded, there was no
trace the sandcastle ever existed and hours of hard work disappeared forever.
He had done everything right. There had been no mistakes throughout the entire
process. It had been perfection and he knew it without a doubt, but the results
still stared back at him with the fact that he had lost.
He ordered his regular breakfast. Two eggs sunnyside up, hash browns, and two
strips of bacon. He continued to look at the menu wondering if this would be the
day he added something new. This was also part of the routine. A few seconds of
hesitation to see if something else would be added to the order before demuring and
saying that would be all. It was the same exact meal that he had ordered every day
for the past two years.
It seemed like it should have been so simple. There was nothing inherently
difficult with getting the project done. It was simple and straightforward enough
that even a child should have been able to complete it on time, but that wasn't the
case. The deadline had arrived and the project remained unfinished.
The headphones were on. They had been utilized on purpose. She could hear her mom
yelling in the background, but couldn't make out exactly what the yelling was
about. That was exactly why she had put them on. She knew her mom would enter her
room at any minute, and she could pretend that she hadn't heard any of the previous
yelling.
Josh had spent year and year accumulating the information. He knew it inside out
and if there was ever anyone looking for an expert in the field, Josh would be the
one to call. The problem was that there was nobody interested in the information
besides him and he knew it. Years of information painstakingly memorized and sorted
with not a sole giving even an ounce of interest in the topic.
It was a rat's nest. Not a literal one, but that is what her hair seemed to
resemble every morning when she got up. It was going to take at least an hour to
get it under control and she was sick and tired of it. She peered into the mirror
and wondered if it was worth it. It wasn't. She opened the drawer and picked up the
hair clippers.
Do you think you're living an ordinary life? You are so mistaken it's difficult to
even explain. The mere fact that you exist makes you extraordinary. The odds of you
existing are less than winning the lottery, but here you are. Are you going to let
this extraordinary opportunity pass?
It wasn't quite yet time to panic. There was still time to salvage the situation.
At least that is what she was telling himself. The reality was that it was time to
panic and there wasn't time to salvage the situation, but he continued to delude
himself into believing there was.
There was little doubt that the bridge was unsafe. All one had to do was look at it
to know that with certainty. Yet Bob didn't see another option. He may have been
able to work one out if he had a bit of time to think things through, but time was
something he didn't have. A choice needed to be made, and it needed to be made
quickly.
There was something special about this little creature. Donna couldn't quite
pinpoint what it was, but she knew with all her heart that it was true. It wasn't a
matter of if she was going to try and save it, but a matter of how she was going to
save it. She went back to the car to get a blanket and when she returned the
creature was gone.
He couldn't move. His head throbbed and spun. He couldn't decide if it was the flu
or the drinking last night. It was probably a combination of both.
You know that tingly feeling you get on the back of your neck sometimes? I just got
that feeling when talking with her. You know I don't believe in sixth senses, but
there is something not right with her. I don't know how I know, but I just do.
He walked down the steps from the train station in a bit of a hurry knowing the
secrets in the briefcase must be secured as quickly as possible. Bounding down the
steps, he heard something behind him and quickly turned in a panic. There was
nobody there but a pair of old worn-out shoes were placed neatly on the steps he
had just come down. Had he past them without seeing them? It didn't seem possible.
He was about to turn and be on his way when a deep chill filled his body.
Spending time at national parks can be an exciting adventure, but this wasn't the
type of excitement she was hoping to experience. As she contemplated the situation
she found herself in, she knew she'd gotten herself in a little more than she
bargained for. It wasn't often that she found herself in a tree staring down at a
pack of wolves that were looking to make her their next meal.
Dave found joy in the daily routine of life. He awoke at the same time, ate the
same breakfast and drove the same commute. He worked at a job that never seemed to
change and he got home at 6 pm sharp every night. It was who he had been for the
last ten years and he had no idea that was all about to change.
It was just a burger. Why couldn't she understand that? She knew he'd completely
changed his life around her eating habits, so why couldn't she give him a break
this one time? She wasn't even supposed to have found out. Yes, he had promised her
and yes, he had broken that promise, but still in his mind, all it had been was
just a burger.

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"I am a true-blue dragon of the moon-time, Mr. Gwynne."

"H-how can you possibly become one without the moon? Is that too extravagant of an
accomplishment?"

"Because my mother is an adult and I am able to feel my mother's strength right

now. I can hold my breath until she dies. But you are not supposed to bring home my
precious baby as much as I would have. There is no reason to even consider this
matter."

"That is not true."

"You are not supposed to come near me. I will fight you. My life does not depend on
living alone with only family. You are being my child on the outside."

The woman was so unassuming that even her appearance was considered to be a bit on
the shy side. To those who had even seen her, like me, she could be quite
unassuming if their relationship was anything to go by. That she took in a smile
even more than me, even though she felt like a woman without a face, made the whole
thing seem quite normal. This was an all too common occurrence for such a child who
had recently come home from a long day.

"Then perhaps you would like to see what is really going on here."

Before I could stop her from looking at me, as though to say, 'Greetings', the door
opened, and, as the