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Welcome to my first podcast , I hope you enjoy listening to it!

Vor zehn Jahren habe ich Damiano De Luca das Herz gebrochen, mit falschen Versprechungen, die ich nie einlöste.

A movement of millions for equality. This is the official ERA Coalition podcast presented by our media hub, Equal Voices. Together with 290 partner organizations representing over 80 million champions for equality, Equality Talks uplifts and amplifies the voices of this movement, especially from communities most affected by systemic oppression and exclusion from mainstream media. Hosted by nationally acclaimed radio host and Equal Voices Elisa Parker, Equality Talks bridges the intersections of equality, justice, and social activism to unify as a collective and change the status quo. "This ...

Father's Day is the perfect opportunity to celebrate your love of nature and spend quality time with your kids. In this book, families can join together for a variety of fun and engaging outdoor activities, from hiking and camping to fishing and gardening. Each activity is designed to help you connect with your child and create memories that will last a lifetime.

Being a streamer helped me connect and meet so many different people a crossed the world and in so many ways. I want others to share their experiences in life with my audience to enlighten those who may not know "What it's Like." Our guests will be people from everyday life and they may tell our listeners things that might give you pause! Or maybe you might even relate! Come join the show and get connected with us at StreamerGenics!

Clarinda stared open mouthed at the squat little creature, its amber eyes gleaming in the afternoon sun, its moist, warty skin taut over the rubbery flesh beneath.

On a fine day, the dale could hold its own. White clouds scudded across a pale blue sky, casting shape-shifting shadows over the land, and just before dusk a translucent light bathed the fells in a fairy glow.

Old Father Thames so the song has it but she's more of a mother, that's what I've come to think. She started off young and beautiful, useful, the life-blood of the city.

From Counter Culture to Pop Culture, overworld to underworld, hometowns to ghost towns, nothing is off the table for this LA-based show. Host Michael Parker speaks with authors, academics, experts, and explorers to get the answers we deserve in the slightly messy 21st Century.

We had no intention of going away that summer. Carrie had come to stay with me for a couple of weeks before we started at separate universities in the autumn.

The Robinsons arrived late in the evening; he in black tie and she in a long cocktail dress of sheer red silk. Neither Rachel nor Clive could remember inviting them, but they hoped the couple might enliven what was threatening to become a rather dull event.

Penny's survey of Luscombe Manor, a honey-toned, seventeenth-century house with Victorian additions, was taking much longer than she'd anticipated. The owner, Percy Davington, didn't seem to mind, however, and, going into the warm kitchen to eat her packed lunches, she often found him waiting for her with a glass of good dry sherry.

All through August Abigail looked out for the ship, counting the masts on each vessel and reading their names before they reached the harbour.

It was nearly midday when, bleary-eyed, Paula struggled up the last few metres of the slope. Lawrence's leaving party had drifted into the early hours, even though it was the middle of the working week, and in the morning, when he kissed her goodbye and got into the taxi, she had felt the first surge of panic.

Joel had applied for the Rawthorpe Award with very low expectations and so he was extremely surprised to receive a letter from the Foundation telling him that he was the recipient of one of the ten writers' bursaries on offer that year.

It's unlikely you'll read this as it's hidden on my computer, saved under 'lists'. If it comes to light it will hurt you, Lars, and I'm sorry for that.

Like most children I dreamed that I could fly and that I could take giant bounding leaps across the landscape. On summer mornings I would try this out on my way to school, hoping to find myself far above the tarmacked lane, looking down on the fields and my friends below.

All through August Abigail looked out for the ship, counting the masts on each vessel and reading their names before they reached the harbour.

The pub is empty except for a couple - man and wife, judging by her wedding ring - sitting in silence by the fire. Her back is to me; the corners of his mouth turn down. I'm pretty sure they're the ones I'm looking for.

The drop-in group met every Wednesday morning at the St Francis Centre. Sometimes there were activities painting a picture or learning something new on the computer but mostly it was a social event.