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When I mention that I was raised by nuns people look at me funny, like I just confessed that I grew up with wolves. It’s true though, I spent ten years in a boarding school that was part of a convent of the Salesian Sisters.

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When I mention that I was raised by nuns people look at me funny, like I just confessed that I grew up with wolves. It’s true though, I spent ten years in a boarding school that was part of a convent of the Salesian Sisters.

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Next week about his time, surgery will be over and I assume I will be laying happily and drugged up in a bed in the Cancer hospital. I still have a hard time with the fact that I am a patient in a cancer hospital, but I have learned to appreciate the nurses and doctors and as always, I have adjusted nicely to everything that the universe has thrown in my direction.

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It’s us and our expectations who make all the fuzz, time itself passes quietly, from day to night, day in and day out. Weeks and months depart, and then the old year tries to leave at midnight when we are supposed to sleep, but we don’t let it. We stay up, watch it leave, kick it in the rare, tell it to go away, and never come back. Another bad year, like so many before. We expected more, we deserve better. “Go away old year, I will forget you.”
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Even though the Harmonica is an ‘Austrian’ instrument, as a child I was never too fond of it and it showed in my performance. I remember our farm cat leaving each time I picked up the harmonica.
A duet made in heaven? One could think so, considering Elvis died in 1977 and the Christmas Duets was released in 2008.
I have a very eclectic (weird?) music taste. I am all over the map. I listen to (almost) every genre. I even found some hip-hop and rap music that I actually like.

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Once upon a time there lived
two Latin viruses named
Bacterium and Staphylococcus.

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I often don’t know what I feel and find myself lost for words. It’s the phase between action and reaction. The time of digesting what I have just witnessed or lived, the period of sorting my feelings.

August was packed with events, emotions, tears, laughter, joy and sadness. There were worries and lots of happy moments.

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If I were a God of any traditional
Popular world religion
– Of which religion doesn’t matter -
Then I would have something to say that concerns all of you because
You have misunderstood something important