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An arc made up of angles is mere endless dead injustice shambling Running from the truth and branding innocence with lies Fogs waver, quiver-quaver shrouding justice there in shadows While the monsters play the endless angles in the falling dark. Please consider our intersections, shared experiences, lived miles in light of this point of view and maybe, just maybe, the truth shall set you free. Shoot me, shoot me if you can for only then will I be still be still among the long green ferns and canted crooked in the grass. Softly blows the westling wind, blows lovely in this blessing night. And thus to love, and thus to mend, to love softly just like the wind loves everything it breathes upon. Listen up white cis-hetliberals…if you are ANY of these things at any intersection, I want to talk to you….

Charissa hut

Charissa Snijders, Registered Architect, draws on 30 years of experience to deliver regenerative architecture that expresses the self, others and the land. Charissa welcomes those who seek to make a difference in their own lives and in others, and in doing so change the way we live. Blending together the right elements ensures greater connection with ourselves, others and with our relationship with the natural world. The intimate living wing cantilevers into and is sheltered by the native trees to the south and extends to the north with the Outdoor room framing the panoramic sea views. This is a place where one can listen to the rain, the wind in the trees, bird song and the stillness of the night. It is a place to remind oneself of the richness that can be experienced in the simplest things in life. The palette of materials reflects both this simplicity and richness. Juxtaposing warm timber and moments of stone, the Treehouse is a testament to the beauty and power of natural materials. Salvaged Matai graces the floor and sustainable sourced NZ farmed Totara line its walls and form shelving to store holiday memorabilia along the passage. It imbues the magical qualities of native forest and seeks the praise of shadows as well as the light. Minimal impact to the environment was considered throughout the design and build. Starting with the careful siting of the building platform to avoid significant trees, to installing a low energy Biolytix wastewater system, collecting rainwater for it and the surrounding farm use, selecting low-water usage WC, taps and shower heads to using non-toxic materials and finishes wherever possible. Year of Completition. Lead Architect exterior and interior.

Holden, Eye Unblinking, ensconsed in the forest, last year just as this one, in a forest cleansed to charissa hut bone, charissa hut, and Holden? And that is the activity of Advent declared to you in the story of the Wise Men. The design layout strengthens the community feeling by retaining the walkway between the homes, promoting easy engagement amongst the family.

The Treehouse rests lightly on a tongue of land on Waiheke Island. The intimate living wing cantilevers into and is sheltered by the native trees to the south and extends to the north with the Outdoor room framing the panoramic sea views. This is a place where one can listen to the rain, the wind in the trees, bird song and the stillness of the night. It is a place to remind oneself of the richness that can be experienced in the simplest things in life. The palette of materials reflects both this simplicity and richness. Juxtaposing warm timber and moments of stone, the Treehouse is a testament to the beauty and power of natural materials. Salvaged Matai graces the floor and sustainable sourced NZ farmed Totara line its walls and form shelving to store holiday memorabilia along the passage.

The owners question how the case has been handled since then. Charissa and Tony Foster, along with their son, were working that Saturday when a pickup gave their pizza shop an unwanted drive-through. The crash was not only destructive, it could have been deadly. A customer sitting inside left just eight minutes before the pickup crashed through the wall. The pickup drove off a nearby roundabout and smashed into a shop across the parking lot. Then the driver backed up and crashed all the way into the pizza shop dining room. The stunned owners waited for what was next when the pickup drives out. The driver stops and a rescue unit is called, but he is not taken to the hospital. Charissa wonders why not at least for a blood test. The Cass County Attorney reviewed the police report that lists evidence police found in the pickup driven by year-old Shawn Boryca.

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Why should we live in such hurry and waste of life? We are determined to be starved before we are hungry. The other day, I was texting a good friend about school, college, and what our future plans are. He said he wasn't sure what he wanted to be. Naturally, I reassured him that he didn't have to worry about that now, but I told him, "If you're going to do something, do what makes you happy. For some reason, I was really taken aback by this question. I then began thinking about who I, as a teenager, consider to be a person that's "happy"? My first thoughts about my own happiness were immature: happiness is having a boyfriend, being pretty, having friends, etc. I stopped myself, though, and started to think like an adult I'm 16; I'm going to have to start eventually! I pictured what I'd want my life to look like in 20 years.

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And thus to love, and thus to mend, to love softly just like the wind loves everything it breathes upon. I saw the redwing blackbird chase those cotton clouds of wind and lace until she caught them in her snoot just because she could. Unless of course the work of the dead is done and the thing unearthed…but why, really, is what I think you are thinking, cus that Charissa is such a bitch and such a pain with her wordy over the top flow and bugging all the time… well…I discovered something…I discovered there are people who CRAVE that, who WANT that…and who give it back too, received as something precious and given back. You can see them if you stand eyes akimbo and uncrossed from normal. I guess the guests are still around the table, I think the gusty crowd is still sitting in the dark and staring eyes shut at the inside of the veil… as I travail in silence, as I writhe in ecstasy and groan for separation to give way to liberation and this coming fragrant day. Glitters fierce like diamond stars? Do not cross my boundaries. So anyway…this poem is about Poetry, about connection with the Divine, and yes, it can be about connection with the person you love to…connect with. Sometimes I need to make these declarations. One project at a time. Log in now. We walked each day steady across those shores ever reaching to the sea and the sea ever running back to sands and sunset ever blessing everyday each moment with its many colored kiss in hues of pinks and purples, oranges, yellows, hues of bliss in reds and blues, and greys… you… always grey lining blue of mine with you, in silver shot straight thru with grey shot thru my blue.

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The overall feel of the place is timeless and understated, creating a sense of permanence through its careful selection of materials and quiet use of colour and proportions. Today is one of those days…and I am still here…like Papillon…I am still here…clinging to the precious Bleeding Side of Jesus. Regardless…this day from is a really good day to take a look at, in that it records several really fine poems and a couple essays that are palpable…this one being the most salient. Watercolor on paper. It is not inconsistent with the old assumptions of that paradigm to do acts of charity or service for those considered lost and perishing. I see this execution is but you living out what I have taught you that there is no god but God not even glorious father. Sign me up. In Association With. If you get that far, congratulations!! Your performative allyship is okay…as a start. First of all, they are bushy, thick, tangled, and VERY formidable to deal with.