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Truth is valuable,
let it never become a commodity.@middlereaders @NatalieDWilson
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 7, 2013
Truth is valuable, let it never become a commodity.
The tribulations of life are as naught,
when weighed against the value of the tribe we term,
family.{Birthday wishes to my sister in law.}
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 7, 2013
The tribulations of life are as naught, when weighed against the value of the tribe we term, family.
A thought a day keeps the mind in play.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 7, 2013
A thought a day keeps the mind in play.
Is a sage dressed in colors bright
as sage one in simple white?— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 8, 2013
Is a sage dressed in colors bright as sage one in simple white?
Virtue can be found in unexpected things,
even laziness.@Swamii_says— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 8, 2013
Virtue can be found in unexpected things, even laziness.
The most beautiful thing about the eyes
is how they never lie,
sadly that aspect can be the most terrible,
too.@The_Poppermost— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 8, 2013
The most beautiful thing about the eyes is how they never lie, sadly that aspect can be the most terrible, too.
Is a tale told in rhyme
somehow less
than a tale told,
in prose.http://t.co/FvMN5W00KN— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 8, 2013
Is a tale told in rhyme somehow less than a tale told, in prose. http://bit.ly/CGAmb1s
Truth will never be a popular currency,
for where a coin has only two sides
truth has many.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 8, 2013
Truth will never be a popular currency, for where a coin has only two sides truth has many.
Since we only get what we pay for,
where can I find the ticket-box
for truth?— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 8, 2013
Since we only get what we pay for, where can I find the ticket-box for truth?
Why, oh why,
are words the hardest things to find,
until you seek them not?— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 8, 2013
Why, oh why, are words the hardest things to find, until you seek them not?
Disparate conversations,
bound into one,
bound into us
all.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 8, 2013