Electropollution and Cancer from our Conveniences

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Also worrisome…

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To WIFI or Not to WIFI…

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To WIFI or Not to WIFI…
“One more school removes WIFI”
http://weeksmd.com/2011/09/one-school-removes-wifi/

“Vatican loses lawsuit over children’cancer caused by radio transmitter”
http://weeksmd.com/2011/03/vatican-loses-lawsuit-over-cancer-caused-by/

WIFI is killing us slowly and our birds too …
http://weeksmd.com/2011/01/wifi-is-killing-us-slowly-and-our-birds-too/

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Compact Fluorescent Light Bulbs

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Compact Fluorescent Light Bulbs
Electrical Pollution – The White Paper
http://weeksmd.com/2011/05/electrical-pollution-–-the-white-paper/

Compact fluorescent lights and Diabetes
http://weeksmd.com/2010/04/compact-fluorescent-lights-and-diabetes/ See this VIDEO: http://www.youtube.com/user/magdahavas#p/u/10/gJcM6RZwyfA

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Modern Romance
He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear: "Just relax.” Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding….

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Modern Romance

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I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties. Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking 'No' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say: "Okay ma'am, you can board your flight now."
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Airport scanners
Invasion of the Body Scanners: Airport Security May Not Work, But It Does Cause Cancer
http://weeksmd.com/2010/11/travel-safe-and-avoid-the-scanners/

Scientists Question Safety Of New Airport Scanners
http://weeksmd.com/2010/11/airport-x-ray-scanners-i-recommend-avoidingthem/ http://weeksmd.com/2010/11/tsa-and-radiation-aasp-has-a-wiseperspective/

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Why women live longer than men…

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Day 17

The Tumor

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