Tag: gather
member name: ELLEN B.
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January 18, 2008 03:38 PM EST --
To all my groups, friends, and anyone interested. Yesterday, after doing some intense research on different trusted sites, I was called to work for a few hours. Got home around seven, had several Gather . . . more
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February 01, 2008 07:34 PM EST --
Roused from imperfection, I am chastised,
Deservedly so, I wonder how could I
ask of anyone, anything, writing first just for me?
Please read what I wanted, and No! I did not think of you!
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July 14, 2008 08:12 AM EDT --
Sometimes life throws you curve balls, and at other times it just smacks you in the face. Really hard. This is one of those times. I have absolutely no idea what to do, and I have given up NOT coming . . . more
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December 19, 2007 08:19 AM EST --
Got to love Gather, and I do, plug it everywhere I go, and usually, I am very happy about everthing connected to it. However, over the past several weeks, I have come up against a situation I do not understand. . . . more
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February 01, 2008 09:19 PM EST --
Hi! Everybody, I wanted to let you know about Carman. She is a great gal, from the Southern Ozarks also, and she just got here. She is the single mother of one beautiful little boy named Sawyer, . . . more
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September 29, 2007 11:04 PM EDT --
Dear vinay, and the wonderful human beings on Gather! Barb ran home after work, took care of her husband and came by here and read all those offers of prayer. Barb does not cry, but she could not speak. . . . more
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December 23, 2007 03:25 PM EST --
Woke up this morning, started my coffee, and came right to my pc. I have two blogs now, visited those,(you are all welcome to visit) andchecked out the news. I got a little pensive with my thoughts . . . more
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January 05, 2008 07:36 PM EST --
I woke up twice last night. I could hear the wind blowing again, and hoped that the weather man, (no, not Nicholas Cage, darn it!) was not going to be wrong about today. When I woke up again, . . . more
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January 25, 2008 07:27 PM EST --
Surrounded by cold, the outside invades the tiniest opening,
and the homeless struggle on, their warmest of clothes, all spring, layered as feathered wings of the city birds. Pigeons mostly.
Ice . . . more
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