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There was once upon a time a very old woman, who lived with her flock of geese in a waste place among the mountains, and there had a little house,” begins The Goose Girl at the Well. Published by the Brothers Grimm, this strange little story describes a princess who comes to live with a poor crone in that wretched waste place after she fails her father’s Lear-like test to profess her love and devotion. The girl is lovely, as befits a fairy-tale princess — “white as snow, as rosy as apple-blossom, and her hair as radiant as sun-beams” — but there is one detail that always snags in my mind: “When she cried, not tears fell from her eyes, but pearls and jewels only.” The rest of the story is a bit boring, I’m sorry to say. The girl returns home, the king learns his folly, and the old woman disappears into thin air, taking only the precious stones that fell from the girl’s magical tear ducts. But it ends on a funny note: This much is certain, that the old woman was no witch, as people t

  Emoji Meaning A four-leaf clover, a symbol of good luck. Depicted as a bright green sprig of clover, with four, heart-shaped leaves. Not to be confused with the three-leaf  ☘️ Shamrock .

  When I'm born,  I'm black. When you are born, you are white.  when I grow up I'm black. When you grow up, you are brown  when I'm in the sun I'm black, When you are in sun, you are red.  when I'm sick I'm black, When you are sick, you are blue.  When I m cold, I m black.  When you are cold,  you are grey.  When I m angry, I m black.  When you are angry, you are purple. When I die,  I m black.  When you die,  you are green.  And you dare me to call me to colored.

  I never think much about the fact that I am black. I know I am black. Like I know I am a girl, Like I know I am an American, Like I know I am nineteen. It is a fact; I am black. I hate when people say I am not. My parents are black. Their parents are black. We are black. Look at my skin, It's dark and it's beautiful. How could I not be black? I am black. I hate when people say I don't 'act' black. How does one act to be considered black? How am I acting? How is it not black? Look at my skin, It's dark and it's beautiful. How could I not act black? I am black. I hate when people say I speak like a white person. A way of speaking is not exclusive to race. I am not white. I do not speak like a white person. My words are coming out of my black mouth. I speak properly, The way my black parents raised me to. Look at my skin, Its dark and it's beautiful. How could I not speak black? I am black. I HATE when people say I am a white person trapped in a black bod

Sing me a song, O, Wind, Of musical cadence sweet, Which in the wood around Shall often and oft repeat; Soft as an angel's song That never can give annoy, Which in the balmy notes Shall tell me its tales of joy. Sing me a song, O, Wind, Of countries beyond the sea, Which in thy wand'rings oft Thou pass with a footstep free; Lands that are ever green 'Neath blaze of the tropic spells, Bright with their blessed suns, Where summer forever dwells. Sing me a song, O, Wind, Of groves with a verdure fair, Waving their boughs of green O'er solitudes grand and rare; Groves with a stillness sweet, With cheering and cooling shades, Where from its cares the race May rest in the leafy glades. Sing me a song, O, Wind, Of birds with a plumage gay, That with their carols sweet Give praise to the God of day; Music of sad refrain, Though fond in its tender chime, Thou in thy travels wide Hast heard in a fairy clime. Sing me a song, O, Wind, Of crystalline brooks at play, Which with the m

In life, we all go through challenges and it’s either we face them or walk away from it. Growing up, people will always have different ways of handling things that happens in their life. We can’t know what could happen and how we handle it because life is unexpected. As I see it is that if you tend to keep making the same mistakes, you’ll never get passed your past and if you learn from all of your mistakes, you can move forward with your life. Everyone has faced their challenges in their own way and not everything in life will be easy because I can tell you right now that no one’s life is perfect. Everyone has their flaws, but they're perfect in their own way possible. The challenges I have gone through has made me the person I am today and has made me a stronger person mentally and physically. I’m more of an independent type of person because I’m not one to express my feelings to people I don’t trust or don’t know. I can tell my friends certain things, but when it comes

I see you guys promenading in fresh clothes, checking yourselves in the mirror while hardly noticing that I lie idly here. That is why I have never wanted to be born human. Your memory is the shortest. After taking me off after the sweaty game, you felt disgusted by how I smelt. I am here to remind you that we shall soon be together once again. I will cover your nakedness and still protect you from the elements. You know we cannot help but crack smiles as to how you feel mighty and powerful and look down on us. Enjoy your moment while it last because you know it never last that long. While pondering on washing machines, I have a few words to say. We know I have lost our luster since the days I was bought. I have bulged here and there and shrunk in all the important places. But it is not my fault for not bringing out your styles as before. All the same, do you think we would fare well with the corrosive bleaches that do not only eat the dirt but our very soul? Would you guys survive i

QualityThere’s no way everyone can be happy at the same time, therefore society 's happiness as a whole is more important than the happiness of an individual alone. We all work together to keep society functioning properly. Through happiness, sadness, anger, and despair. Everything works together in such a way that we should not have to worry about one persons’ happiness, but the majority. Most individuals are already consumed with themselves enough that in reality they do not need any more attention than they already have. We should focus on putting other people’s wants and needs as a society before our own to help the happiness as a whole rise. If everyone would stop focusing on themselves, then the needs and happiness of individuals would cease …show more content… The truth is that happiness is our choice, as individuals we can choose to take the better out of life. When this happens society as a whole will soon become happy. I think that each person’s happiness should count eq

It was a Saturday. Whether it was sunny or cloudy, hot or cold, I cannot remember, but I do remember it was a Saturday because the mall was packed with people. I was with my mom. Mom is short. Skinny. It is easy to overlook her in a crowd simply because she is nothing extraordinary to see. On that day we strolled down the slippery-slick tiles with soft, inconspicuous steps, peeking at window boutiques in fleeting glances because we both knew we wouldn’t be buying much, like always. I remember I was looking up at the people we passed as we walked — at first apathetically, but then more attentively. ADVERTISEMENT Ladies wore five-inch heels that clicked importantly on the floor and bright, elaborate clothing. Men strode by smelling of sharp cologne, faces clear of wrinkles — wiped away with expensive creams. An uneasy feeling started to settle in my chest. I tried to push it out, but once it took root it refused to be yanked up and tossed away. It got more unbearable with every se

Searching facebook this morning brought back alot of memories. I came across one of my former 'friends'. I was ten and she was a year or two older when we became friends in JS one. She was one of the popular girls, I was quiet and reticent. But I liked her so much that I considered her one of my best friends. She sometimes did crazy things: including giving me a kiss one day in class in front of our screaming class mates. I think it was a dare or something. We weren't lezbos or anything! Just really close! tongue Later in senior class, as we were between that intricate threshold between girlhood and womanhood, things changed and she became my nemesis. We just didn't drift apart, we became sworn enemies! sad I can't really say how it all went wrong but sometimes, I wish I could laugh with her again, as an adult and relieve all those 'innocent' times. But, it seems impossible now. I won't say she's my enemy now cause I forgave everything a long time

"As the purpose of this book is to ask questions and consider how they might be addressed from as many different angles as possible, ask yourself, what would you do if your guru asked you for sex? Over the years, I have noticed how unfairly we judge both male and female students who express a sexual interest in a lama. Gurus are regularly approached for sex directly, suggestively, provocatively or flirtatiously, in letters, on social media, or even in videos. Whatever the route, the student is generally condemned as being mad, not just by the lama but also by the lama’s attendants and the entire sangha – mad, mentally unbalanced, crazy and possibly sex-starved. Yet, when the guru expresses a sexual interest in a student, the sangha’s reaction is quite different. The guru is not condemned as being crazy or sex-starved, far from it. His sexual interest is, in fact, a shower of blessings. What an honour for the fortunate object of his desire! This is very unfair. Students