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I named the doll Dolly Though she was tiny Her heart was big and mighty She was the nightingale we hear throughout the night Her feathers are colorful and light They turn into quills that poets use to write When the bird sings, it's melody to everyone's ears When she spread her wings, She can soar beyond the highest mountains and above the clouds Dolly is both the nightingale and eagle we all love. Hello Dolly, Welcome home!

Today is tuesday the 25th of August, year 2026. It is the 110th birthday of the national parks. Through the works of the few pioneers who started it, Through he 42nd congress, Ulysses signed into law protection for a national park. on March 1, 1872 America was gifted it's first national park, The Yellowstone national park. Through the Antiquities act, Theodore established 5 national parks that expanded public lands. On 8/25/1916, Woodrow signed the National park service ac

In the morning, I hear the music sounds that reverberate in 4 walls of my bedroom. I remember the walkman, CDs, and ipods we carry around back in the day. The vinyls are not from my generation but I love playing them. I remember once I made a phone call to request a song to be played on the radio music and poetry when combined can lift up the spirit when we are down There are music with no words too but the rhythm is enough to move my fingers and toes I hear music no friend

When art,science and nature collide It awakens the senses. A tiny dew drop, a grain of sand, Creatures big and small on land see and sky. The corals under the sea, Leaves of all shapes that sways with the wind The music that living creatures make The trees that are wide and thin, Mountain ranges, rock formations, Ocean waves , flowers of all colors Everywhere we see nature, It uplifts all of us Everything in nature is an infinite source of inspiration. Science explain

throwback photo: July 2024 Italy and summer 2011 What a joy it is when I found out that today, on the 19th of July the world cup is happening on our home turf. The finals is between Spain and Argentina. I am flooded with joyful memories. 2 years ago, my family went to Italy My sister , nieces and daughter celebrated their July birthdays there. My daughter, spouse and I were able to see Pope Francis and he led the angelus prayer. I remember visiting the museum, his soccer Jers

It was Saturday morning on June 13 and we were packing. We found my old phones and my first ipod I was flooded with memories. I remember the phones I used since I arrived in New York I remember walking in the streets of New York, riding buses and subways listening to CDs I remember my ipod that was engraved. The players played in New York. Played in the court of dreams. They ran and stop, jumped, dribbled and passed the one ball in their hand. I came to the US in 1999 I rem

AI relies on what it can see, but not everything can be seen. AI relies on stories of the past, but cannot foresee. AI can hear everything, but not the beat of the heart within AI is a tool we can all use to progress into the future, but the Future depends on Everything in the past and the present.

11 years ago In the 20th arrondissement, I walked in the cemeterie Pere Lachaise among trees and tombs of people we know and do not know In the 6th division, I saw the tomb of the door's lead singer Jim Morrison with fresh and dried flowers I saw the tomb of Oscar Wilde Covered in plexiglass with lipstick marks. I walked and passed by the tomb of Edith Piaf who lived from December 19, 2015 to to October 10, 1963 but her music still fills the air to this day In the street, in

We remember the unknown fallen warriors There are many They are the ones we remember the most Men, women, young and old who stood up and fought with valor In hopes to overcome obstacles To defend the home. To defend the weak and the meek. To keep us safe in times of danger Ready and willing to help In darkness, they keep us safe In light, they humbled themselves In heat they keep us cool and in freezing cold They give us warmth There were many and they're heroes. We remember

The girl in a sparkling dress held the sticks and beat the drums I heard she missed some cues but the rhythm was good Her little fingers pressed the keys of the grand piano Out hearts sang along I heard the voices of our youth Sing different tunes They beat the drums strum the guitar play the piano As children play their music The lights in the room were dancing too