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I suggest you go fave it right now. 
Or ELSE!
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I suggest you go fave it right now. Or ELSE!Check it out!
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August
Soon.
Introducing: Lit Candle Company! Candles from WHP!
From the about us page:
Gabe and Amanda are the creative minds behind Lit Candle Co. Located in Austin, Texas, the pair have recently begun their venture into making quality candles that not only smell good and look nice, but also help to decrease the amount of usable glass that is trashed every day. They strive to create a quality product that prevents used glass from becoming trash by “upcycling” old glass bottles and glassware, giving tossed aside bottles a new life as a candle. Inside the upcycled bottle is a candle made from fine soy wax that burns smoothly and evenly, making even a small candle burn exceptionally long. Inspir
Well, It's the middle of November
Amanda graduates college in 3 weeks. That's amazing! So excited!
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If you're wondering why I haven't submitted anything in a while it's because I was busy for a few days, then my 1TB Western Digital external hard drive crashed. It contained, as I'm sure you can imagine, 10,000+ photos including countless hours of editing. I don't think it's completely unrecoverable, but it's going to be a while before I can afford to replace it. Even if it is only a hundred bucks. If you're feeling generous and you'd like to see my work continue, I'm looking at this drive from Newegg: http://bit.ly/mHpmf It's $100 and I think it might have fr
At Nightfall
Sunk is the sun behind the western trees,
And the long shadows melt into the dusk;
The garden flowers look palely through hushed leaves,
Freighting the air with heavy-scented sweets.
Sleep.
Now falls the night, down sifting through the air
Lulled waftures of soft-dropping silences;
And slumber-breathing darkness shrouds thine eyes.
Sleep.
The idle hands lie folded in the lap,
Forgetting the long travail of the day;
The playthings we call work are all put by;
And all the rankling of the bitter world,
Like a dull snake, coils up itself to sleep;
And peace falls, like a flutter of white doves.
Sleep.
For sin, and pain, and passio
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