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Adam Stanley: Writer

Southern Writer living in NW GA.

mymindbabble:

We all want a taste 
Of elegant Lenore
If I’m in love 
Why can I sit still no more

My feet move when
Silence is the reply
Tears undo
My heart slowey dies

Know that my soul
Was bought by the moon
I am not the be all and end all
We found paradise too soon

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A bottle of red made with data.
Finding the perfect wine used to mean going to a good wine store, discussing your future meal with a sales person and trying to remember the wine the next time you buy. Now all you have to do is go to a website, like that of Bordeaux-based fine wine merchant Millesima. With data, they can help any customer, anywhere in the world, select the right bottle, for the right meal, the right climate, time of year, you name it. Plus you don’t have to soak off the label to remember the name and vintage when you want to buy it again. Explore more stories →

iamadamstanley:


What if all the steps you had ever taken were visible, as if you have gone your whole life walking in the fresh, untouched snow, or on a beach where no one else has, or will ever tread, and your footprints are still there, and will always be there? Would you follow them back to where you started? and if so, would you walk the same way again?
                        ~~adam stanley  All My Sins Remembered

iamadamstanley:

What if all the steps you had ever taken were visible, as if you have gone your whole life walking in the fresh, untouched snow, or on a beach where no one else has, or will ever tread, and your footprints are still there, and will always be there? Would you follow them back to where you started? and if so, would you walk the same way again?

                        ~~adam stanley  All My Sins Remembered

"Though we met when we were both very young, you were the one I was meant to grow old with. The one who would finally embody the abstract concepts I had only heard about in songs, or read about in books."

-adam stanley (via iamadamstanley)

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