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- Fairy tales linked to violent relationships Fri Apr 22,11:55 AM ET LONDON (AFP) - Young girls who enjoy classic romantic fairy tales like "Cinderella" and "Beauty and the Beast" are at greater risk of becoming victims of violent relationships in later life, a British researcher says. A study of both parents of primary school children and women who have been involved in domestic abuse claims than those who grew up reading fairy tales are likely to be more submissive as adults. Susan Darker-Smi
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- lnmadagio posted on 03/23/2005How to Grow Old But in an old man who has known human joys and sorrows, and has achieved whatever work it was in him to do, the fear of death is somewhat abject and ignorable. The best way to overcome it C so at least it seems to me C is to make your interests gradually wider and more impersonal, until bit by bit the walls of the ego recede, and your life becomes increasingly merged in the universal life. An individual human existence should be like a river C small at first, narrowly contained withi
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- adagioadagio posted on 04/15/2005My heart had a thousand rooms All locked with fear At the hour of a thousand blooms Every flower is dear My dream had a thousand faces All wearing an obscure smile At wakening I see crystal traces The light shines all the while My muse had a thousand tones All mingled with melancholic air As turtle-doves start their sweet songs Gone are old sighs and despair Happy, happy bird, intoxicating voice! Shine with beauty, breathe of love In winters slumber revive your joys Over meadow, ove
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- adagioSusan posted on 04/16/2005Сʰ棺 The Death of Grasshoppers by Natural Causes My heart pounds, stomach sickens At every sound of the grasshoppers Smashing on the windshield Like a thousand raindrops A thousand bullets Heat rises from the ground Forming a small mirage Dust storm swirling from the distance The grasshoppers stampede through space Like thousands of tiny asteroids Lifting, thriving, and crushing There is no struggling, no screaming In the death of natural causes Only pulps of fluid dripping dow
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