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"Sen o evi yaktın, ben içindeydim."
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you're just too good to be true
can't take my eyes off of you
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Expecto Patronum!
My Arctic fox patronus (design from 2021)
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La Lechera en la Sala Teatral Cultura Argentina
Cultura Argentina es el nombre de una sala teatral barrial que se inauguró ayer viernes en Munro (Ugarte 3935). Hoy sábado, a las 20, llevan al escenario, la comedia, La Lechera, bajo la dirección de Silvia Piccoli. Con las actuaciones de Verónica Calderón, Luis Gec y Gustavo Calanni. Entrada gratuita y salida a la gorra (Reservas por el 11 6202 0349). La función se repite el domingo, a las…
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you know them. you've met them.
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Solo Concert at New and Newest Music Festival
On May 10, I’m going to present 4 pieces from my 7-piece work-in-progress composition “7 Habits of Highly Miserable People” at New and Newest Music Festival organized by Arter (Istanbul) and curated by Matthias Osterwold. The research and initial compositional phase of this work was supported by Musikfonds Neustart funds in 2022 and the first two pieces were performed at be kind festival in…
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Kılcal Damarlar Ne İşe Yarar?
Kılcal Damar ya da Kapiller nedir? ince çaplı ve ince duvarlı damarlardır. Çeperleri yarı geçirgendir. Arterlerin dokulara ulaştığı en ince uçlarına arter kapilleri, venlerin başlangıç yaptığı en ince uçlarına ven kapilleri denir.
KAN BASINCI: ilkyardimsertifikasi.org/kan-basinci.html
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THE SPLASH
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I wonder what happened during those four years. I wonder what happened to make Aziraphale look at Crowley with such unbridled love in his eyes, so much more intense than any affection he allowed himself to show before Armageddon't. I wonder how many meetings in St James park turned to duck-watching dates and picnics on the grass. I wonder how many unspoken looks were exchanged, whether they held hands again after the bus, after feeling how perfectly their fingers laced together, as if their palms were made to be pressed against each other. I wonder how much they built up, over those four years. I wonder if they built an unspoken cathedral out of their love, and how high those pillars stretched. How hard they worked to open those gates, before the Voice of God turned up at their doorstep with coffee and a menacing smile, and it all came crashing down. I wonder whether they realised how fragile their cathedral was, like salt on their tongues when they tried to speak the words that still threatened their existence, even though they were free. Four years, and it crumbled to the ground in a single moment.
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