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Rare Gospel Written by Medieval Women Could Fetch More Than $1 Million at Auction
A recently discovered gospel likely written by women at the abbey of Essen in the 10th century could sell for more than $1 million.
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Each one of you are different
but all your stories are beloved
all ending so wonderfully
with the first man you ever loved
For that I despise you all
and your stupid fabulous lives
your tiny little waists
and perfectly small thighs
never one single zit
great hair and big eyes
happy castles and villages
with always perfect skies
But for some reason I love y'all
so I guess this poem was senseless
why am I even writing about
some imaginary Disney Princesses
In 2022, video will be the king of social media content. 82% of consumer internet traffic goes to video. This is 15 times what it was in 2017 – a trend that was impossible to predict. We’re reading less than ever and, instead, users want to watch as much content as possible. This is why TikTok is on the rise as Facebook goes into decline. So if you want to raise your social media game this year, it all comes down to making awesome videos
Glistening streams silently fall,
Upon broken shards of suffering.
The glass shards pierce my fragile mind,
And blood drips down my quavering hands.
My cries are so silent but shrill,
Yet no one detects my misery.
I beg and plead for someone’s help,
But they all ignore my eerie sobs.
Nothing but the rain touches me;
It can only wash the blood away;
I will always feel this damned pain.
But I will mask it with some façade.
Don’t worry about me right now,
These tears will dry and I’ll be okay.
It’s just another mental fight,
And it will all end soon enough.
Open me like a book, read my introductory, read my words carefully and not guess on what i mean. Turn my pages slowly, let my words flow out into your mind slowly.
Take in my words, think about them. Don't automatically think that i make no sense, take the time to sit down rewind the time u opened me up and took a look at my pages, read what i have inside, its quite a ride.
Think about me when you tell someone how u feel, let them know whats real. Don't let them steal your heart, keep it on a short leash, and wait to release at the right moment on the right person.
If your not carefully u could lose you mind finding your lost heart in the dark. People will put you through a lot. Read my words carefully, let them flow into your mind.
Lovers may cause you pain,but its only rain, the storm will never hit dry land, just keep it in the distance. Read me like a book, take a deeper look.
There are three types of solar eclipses:
- Total - the entire central portion of the sun is blocked out.
- Partial - only a part of the sun's surface is blocked out.
- Annular - only a small, ring-like sliver of light is seen from the sun's disc.
The moon's shadow has a central region (umbra) and an outer region (penumbra). If the umbra passes over you, the entire central portion of the sun will be blocked out, and you will see a total solar eclipse. If the penumbra passes over you, you will see a partial solar eclipse.
Tracking success on social media messaging isn't that different from tracking the success of your other support channels (phone, email, or live chat).
However, you'll want to separete the report because you will be looking at the scores for people who are giving customer satisfaction scores on social media as opposed to customer satisfaction in general.
How to create a diversion
I lost and was amazed
Of how you tricked my foolish heart.
Deceit and then betrayal
You kissed and left me, in the dark.
But did you know, precocious thief,
That truth may alter you
For the wisdom of choice
Goes far too deep
Than clever words untrue.
The quest you took, my dear defeat,
Will question in the end
How vain a soul must
Pain repeat
And on its bliss depend.
I laughed and walked among
Your precious lanes with fiery sparks,
But I felt it all along-
You’d kiss and leave me, in the dark.
After years of training as a campus journalist and participating in district-level feature writing competitions, I have finally received my score on the first ever paper that I did as a college student ─ a whopping 23/50 written in bright red ink. My freshman self was devastated, and questioned the worth of all the years she took in writing various features that her publication adviser was proud of. “Was that all a joke?” she asked. She threw the paper in the nearest trash bin that she saw as soon as she went home to her dormitory, just as how she threw all the confidence she had in writing.
