Karoline: I am so grateful that you came to visit me this weekend. I couldn't have been happier when you walked down the ramp and I saw your eyes for the first time in a month. If I seemed a little sad yesterday it was because I was thinking of you leaving. I look forward to the day that we can be together. The prospect of living in the same town (or closer in any fashion) is something I dream about often. I love you so much, and I am doing my best on selling the island living to you. I can't picture a life in the future without you in it. You mean the world to me, and dominate my thoughts. When you read this I will be gone to work. Once again I love you, and I hope you have a safe trip back to Prince George. Please text and call often. When I hear your voice or receive a text it puts a smile on my face. Sincerely Yours, Trevor Lansdell

Hei, Takk for at du har lovet å ta deg av R pt s. Du vet hvor du skal se den 01/03. Finn ut hvor R befinner seg, og ta kontakt Vi må ordne dette rask, ingen tid å miste. G.

Our hearts like a passport, let our journey begin Memories like trinkets from places we've been Snapshots tell our story-didn't know at the time The traveler beside me would forever be mine PS... Our greatest adventure will commence with "I do" A dream destination- forever, with you Anthony & Patricia Sigala      April 8, 2016

Our hearts like a passport, let our journey begin Memories like trinkets from places we've been Snapshots tell our story-didn't know at the time The traveler beside me would forever be mine PS... Our greatest adventure will commence with "I do" A dream destination- forever, with you Anthony & Patricia Sigala April 8, 2016

6/28/1906

6 July 1991 Happy birthday baby, you are now a big girl and I am hoping we meet in Copenhagen in August when you close school as mama is going to take you on a Scandanavian Cruise and spoil you in compensation of my not being there all the time, Chichi mama is getting stronger now so don't worry or cry it breaks my heart, you are a fearless beautiful young woman and I know the future only has success and happiness for you, Forever my little girl, I love u. Mum I look forward to hearing from you soon

6 July 1990 Dear Chichi, so its that time of year when both dad and I spoil you rotten for the many blessings that continue to be added to your life annually, Washington is quite sunny now which is refreshing considering the winter just gone, Im sorry that mum can't hold you when you cry and miss me but always know that you have a special place in my heart and I love you regardless, this is the last birthday for you in Zimbabwe and I hope you are excited to move and meet grandma and grandpa. Enjoy your present pumpkin. Ég samna þín Mum

6 July 1989 Chichi, 7 years have gone by so quickly and it seems like yesterday that i was singing Góða nótt to you in my arms, your father tells me the tooth fairy took your teeth and gave you a wonderful surprise, Happy Birthday and I hope you are counting down the days because I am, see you in 5 days and I will be bringing your favourite noi sirius.Ég samna þín Mum

6 July 1988 Til hamingju með afmælið my dear I am so in love with you school picture that daddy sent me, Happy 6th birthday my love and hope to see you when I come to Harare in September, I hope you love the Carebears teddy mummy sent, I love you always know that. Love Mum Ég elska þig

To my Dear wife Jen Yet another birthday I have the honor in spending with you and with each that passes, the more I value their true meaning. Today you turn twenty eight and my love I must say you don't look a day older then eighteen. We have been through this amazing voyage together and with every moment that we share together, I build true and beautiful memories that I will cherish until the day that I seize to exist. I know that when it comes to being perfect I am far from that but I do know that the love that I have for you will never tarnish. This has literally been a crazy year for the both of us filled with ups and downs but yet again we have managed to make it through side by side. I know that life always has some kind of unexpected twist up its dark sleeve but trust me when I say that things will get brighter and what I have in store for our future will make all these past hardships worth every minute. I love you with more with every beat my heart makes, and that I am sure of. Happy Birthday my Queen.

He will cover you with his feathers,

Ben, Moni, I want to express how much I love you. I've never been more myself than when I'm with you. You help me grow everyday. You bring so much light in my life. My heart is so full of love. Thank you from the bottom of my heart and spirit. Love, Julien

His willingness to labor for others, his uniformity of charity and disposition, meek lustre of a piety that neither blazoned ostentatiously at one time nor wavered and sunk at another, but shone serenely and steadily on, make him deservedly the favorite of all who knew him. –J.B.Y. Sommers 23 May 1848

We've spent 5 crazy amazing years together. We've had our ups and our downs. Through everything I have never stopped loving you. In fact, I love u more now than ever and my love for you continues to grow everyday. We have built a life, a home, and a family together. One that I value more than anything. I know I can be difficult. I know that I have pushed you to the edge more than once but no matter what you were always there for me. You pushed for us to make it. You never gave up. Because of you we have overcome it all. You've seen me at my worst and continued to love me through it. You are an incredible beautiful woman. You are hardworking, funny, confident and strong. You are the best mother a child and father could ask for. Declan, Annabel, and myself are so very lucky to have you. I want to continue to build our lives together. I want to continue to watch our family grow together. I want my future to be with you. I am not perfect but I promise that I will be the best man, father, and partner that you could ever dream of. I will be patient loving and kind. I will be by your side through anything and everything. I will be your shoulder to lean on, cry on, or just to hold on to. I will never give up on you, on us, or on our family. I love you with all my heart......

To my dearest love, Gloria. You will never believe or understand what it is I've been through. You will never understand what it's like being soldier during the World War. Ive been living in a trench for the past 40 days with little movement or land being take. Ive seen my friends and brothers shot at. The propaganda back home is exactly as I've mentioned its propaganda nothing but fake news, the germans are much worse than we imagined they have buried bombs an and shot at us with chemical bombs. It amazes that i am able to stay sane. I have visited the infirmary multiple times,I've seen men get written off as crazy or go through the state of shell shock. This state makes them dazed and confuse. they loose their nerve they become afraid of their own shadows. I am afraid of whats going to happen to me. I don't know whats going to happen once i return to the trenches.

Dear Stephen, This has been a letter that I have been trying to find the words to write for a long time. I am 17 now and enrolled in the Toronto College of Art, I finally believe I am old enough to tell you as you are old enough to accept what I’ve been through. You are probably busy in California studying Astrophysics so I will try not to write you a novel. Anyways, to get to the point, while I was in elementary school at Queen Mary’s Public School, I was tormented by my so called “friends” Cordelia, Carol, and Grace, mainly Cordelia. I thought for tremendous amounts of time the reason why I was bullied and now know why, I was “different in some way” (Coloroso 1). Before we moved to Toronto I pictured what young girls were like, innocent, friendly, and caring. I remember thinking “I don’t think about what I might say to them if I actually meet some” (Atwood 32) because I figured everything would work out perfectly, but I was wrong. I do not know why I did not realize how vulnerable I was. Cordelia grew up with two older sisters so she knew how to act around girls while I grew up hanging out with you. Cordelia’s sisters Perdita and Miranda controlled and ridiculed Cordelia, and I think Cordelia needed someone to control as well, unfortunately that became me. I knew I was different because when I first met Carol at Queen Mary’s, I thought “Carol Campbell is a sissy” (Atwood 55) especially after she refused to pick up the “jars of lizards and ox eyeballs” (Atwood 55) at the Zoology building Dad works at. When I began hanging out with Cordelia, Carol, and Grace, I began to feel like “an imitation of a girl” (Atwood 57). I liked picking up things like ox eyeballs or examing worms, it did not gross me out. The games we played were new to me, so I did not know how to respond when we drew drawings and were supposed to say how bad each of ours were, even when I thought mine was good. It was all a game. Eventually, Cordelia and the other girls

I did not know, I did not understand, I did not see what love was. Now as we stand here ready to commit and submit our lives to each other....I contemplate, I reevaluate. I open my heart to the possibility of us together forever. You are my best friend. You are my lover. You are my confidant. I seek to know you more. I commit my life to you and only you in the eyes of God. My wish is to create a family with Christ as the head and you as my heart. Johnna Davis, I stand here vulnerable. I will honor you. I love you. Forever. Daniel

My dearest husband, Two years ago we crowned our love with the magic of marriage. I had no idea what marriage is or what kind of journey it can turn into. Oh, how much I had to learn from that moment on. I have grown so much by your side that sometimes when I think about that I can't help myself but be proud and thankful. Proud of myself for learning and thankful for having you as my husband. You helped me grow and mature as a woman. You thought me that life is short and every day should be lived as if it was the last. You helped me see the world from all different angles. From you I learned to forgive and move on. I also learned to compromise. You showed me how deep love for someone can really be. You encouraged me every time I was feeling low. You hugged me when I was lonely. You comforted me when I was sad. You gave me the best advice when i asked for one. You held my hand when I was weak. You held me tight when I was cold. You were watching over me when i was not feeling well. You kept me grounded all this time and the best of all you still do. There is no words to describe how much you really mean to me. You are my one and only now and forever and that is why I am giving you this special gift in hope that it will show you what I can't find words for. Yours forever, Little Snow Bunny

My Dear Elyse, I thought about what you said about having a tradition for our anniversary, and I have an idea I’d really like to do. I’m going to keep it a surprise for our actual anniversary day, ok? Since it doesn’t involve a date, per se, I’d really like to take you to dinner on Saturday, at the Glen Gardner Inn. Would you be so generous as to accompany me? Forever your loving husband, Jim

My dearest beloved, I apologize for the delayed response to your previous letter, the severity of this war is larger than any of us could have predicted. I am cold, hungry and quite frankly, scared for my life. I don’t mean to upset you my darling, the only thing that has kept me going thus far is the memories of you that I cherish more than you will ever know. From the softness of your hands, the warmth of your embraces and the love in your heart, not a moment has passed where you have slipped my mind even for a second. Unfortunately my love, I am unsure of the next available moment where we may speak again, but for now, just remember the strength you have provided me to keep on going. I love you more than words will ever be able to describe my dear. Love always and forever, John.

Chère Paquita, je n'essaierai pas de vous peindre, par des paroles, la passion que vous m'avez inspirée. Si, pour mon bonheur, vous la partagez, sachez que j'ai trouvé les moyens de correspondre avec vous. Je me nomme Adolphe de Gouges, et demeure rue de l'Université, no 54. Si vous êtes trop surveillée pour m'écrire, si vous n'avez ni papier ni plumes, je le saurai par votre silence. Donc, si demain, de huit heures du matin à dix heures du soir, vous n'avez pas jeté de lettre par-dessus le mur de votre jardin dans celui du baron de Nucingen, où l'on attendra pendant toute la journée, un homme qui m'est entièrement dévoué vous glissera par-dessus le mur au bout d'une corde deux flacons, à dix heures du matin, le lendemain. Soyez à vous promener vers ce moment-là, l'un des deux flacons contiendra de l'opium pour endormir votre Argus, il suffira de lui en donner six gouttes. L'autre contiendra de l'encre. Le flacon à l'encre est taillé, l'autre est uni. Tous deux sont assez plats pour que vous puissiez les cacher dans votre corset. Tout ce que j'ai fait déjà pour pouvoir correspondre avec vous doit vous dire combien je vous aime. Si vous en doutiez, je vous avoue que, pour obtenir un rendez-vous d'une heure, je donnerais ma vie.

Dear Mi Gordita Hermosa, Mi amor quería escribirte esta carta para agradecerte por hacer de mi vida la mejor posible en todo el mundo. Eres una personita increíble y no puedo esperar a tenerte a mi lado otra vez! Me haces una falta increíble pero también me hace feliz que estés con tus papas y que vayas a ver a todas la personas importante en tu vida en estos dos mesecitos que faltan para estar juntos mi amor!! Vas a estar con Lucky, Tatis y nacho y con tus papas y tu hermana! Eso me hace feliz porque te hace feliz!! Aprovecha mi gordita hermosa y prepárate para estar conmigo aca por un bueeen rato!!!! Me muero de la emoción mi vida preciosa! Otra vez, gracias por los mejore 46 meses de TODA mi vida mi amor!! Te amo con todo mi corazón!!! MUA MUA!! Eres el amor de mi vida!! MUA!!

Give them all of my dear love and a kiss. Tell them I think of them by day, pray for them by night, and find my best comfort in their affection at all times. A year seems very long to wait before I see them, but remind them that while we wait we may all work, so that these hard days need not be wasted. I know they will remember all I said to them, that they will be loving children to you, will do their duty faithfully, fight their bosom enemies bravely, and conquer themselves so beautifully that when I come back to them I may be fonder and prouder than ever of my little women. All my love, Father

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RAC1 fa 15 anys, i des d'amicsrac1 hem volgut col·laborar amb l'esdeveniment posant a disposició del públic la nostra fonoteca, amb talls de so de la programació de RAC1 dels anys 2001-2010. La fonoteca es mostra tal i com estava en el moment que vam enretirar-nos de l'escena pública, d'això fa ja uns anys, d'aquí el seu nom "Vintage". No s'ha optimitzat ni la cerca, ni el disseny, ni el programari. Si en feu un ús intensiu és probable que caigui el servidor i haureu d'esperar a que es torni a aixecar..i pobret ja és una mica vell i ves a saber quan ho podrà fer. Tracteu-lo amb "carinyo". Entre els més de 18000 talls de so hi ha autèntiques perles. Només cal tenir paciència i saber buscar una mica. Que la disfruteu!

a somnambular existence, and I lie to myself pretending to fake a smile and think that by tomorrow everything will be fine. I still hope it will… With Tom, there is no way to go wrong. He is my true love, my true destiny and all I can ever think about from now on. Gatsby was only a delusion which resulted of my blindness to see that the dreams I had were nothing more than dreams; imperfect and impossible in reality. A fantasy whose funeral occurred when I wasn´t even able to be present. I hope to see you sometime in the near future,

still have the same beautifully cherished place I used to have in your heart, and that all the memories and ethereal moments we shared are still intact in my mind patiently waiting to someday find a chance to be revived with the aid of your precious company. Looking back I repent so much about leaving; the fantasies I had, the love I waited so long to revive, the opportunity of leaving the man I so dumbly married, and wishing to run away from this shallowness that surrounded me. Everything was gone. However, I am now aware that even with all the strength of my heart I couldn´t have returned, because after all, Gatsby´s illusion was merely that, a hiraeth that invaded what little mind I had. Women still have no choice, or well, no better choice than being fools. And at least in this aspect I can admit being smart enough to be the best one I could possibly be. Marrying Tom will always be my most foolish decision, and hence one that could be better in no way possible. With him I have everything I need; company, a wealthy life, tranquility of

Dear Nick: I am so sorry I left without any warning my lovely cousin. Especially because I am completely aware that if there is someone I deserve to give an explanation to, that, is you. I am convinced too that by now, we both know extremely well the truth behind all the unfortunate events that occurred, and my first desire is to begin by saying that it was extremely necessary for me to run away, as all this chaos was overwhelming and exhausting me; I wasn´t myself anymore. I couldn´t wait any longer. And so, I had to leave, no time for good-byes or over-thinking, no time for regrets. You must know too, that I´m proud of myself, as I finally gathered the strength necessary to write this letter and apologize for leaving you behind. I did wanted to contact you, and I haven´t forgotten you. I just lacked the strength, and in present times when I realize I do have it within, it´s my best interest to communicate that I hope to 

Dear Diary, My confrontation with Montag has yielded the desired effect. I feel that I have set him on a byway to self-doubt and bothersome discontent with his knowledge of the halcyon days of literature. It is now clear to me that he has indeed omitted my admonition in regard to his tenure of those paperbacks he embezzled from the women who flouted our book possession legislatures. That makes him ripe to be the next beacon of hope in this abhorrent world we live in. I cannot bare with the burden any longer. I have done my best to obscure my true nature from society, but THEY are surrounding me, shadowing my every move, my detention for my crimes is impend. I hold true that if I tell him candidly, he probably be startled and would denounce me. If I were to be erroneous of his true character, I would be evoked as a nitwit, and most likely be executed. I must indirectly make him realize what his true calling is, to pass down my commission. I was once in his situation, where I had to conclude whether or not I would bequeath posterity with the knowledge of literature. One day I was having the morning meal when a meager and decrepit man stumbled upon my reserved eating section of the venue. He had slithered a small square strip of perfectly plucked paper with exceptionally astonishing calligraphy into the small opening in my uniform´s overcoat that depicted, “You can read? Why do you not read something more significant than this note, perhaps a book?” I was bewildered by this note, but I did not react, nor did I have the eagerness to surrender him to the authorities, I simply pondered on what he was implying. Subsequent to that encounter I found the old timer once more in the town park, he seemed to be nourishing the pigeons, which to this day I regard an eerie action. We did not speak, we studied each other from afar, his eyes pierced right through me, and mine through him, he glanced at my fireman uniform and then back at my face. He reached into his overcoat and slightly pulled out what seemed to be a book. How could a man dare, to upon a fireman pull out a book from his mantel? He must have speculated that I was different from the rest, but what had he seen in me? He must have noticed my lack of response at the eating venue earlier that month, he must have assumed that I was intrigued by his cryptic offer. But moments after, he was restrained by the authorities and was executed that very eve. I felt it was my duty to pass on the wonders of literature that he had implied me to embrace. So I studied them, and hid them from those who would not understand them. I was too apprehensive and afraid to tell anyone, so I kept it to myself and continued my routine life. Montag must be able to envisage his own purpose, not be guided by any external factors that would befuddle his true intentions, just like I was all those years ago. Only by escorting him to the residence of his infraction will it be possible for him to recognize his true mission to society. We are arriving to the dwelling of infraction, I now realize what I am compelled to do in order to make him comprehend. I got it.

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