#5evening

[18catsreading]

Oh nooo Pete. 5even doesn't care if you stay sober or not 😬😬. Selling drugs again is super risky 😭

[sirclifton]

Last couple smokes and falling light before checking in to De-T∅X 5even to 1o DayZ on average, three said 2°b|d°charm (• n •) tap in when got sum sober TIME in.

"daN"

[crossmap]

We are relational by nature, yet how easy it can be to neglect working on the most important relationship of all: our relationship with Christ.

[spiritsoulandbody]

#DailyDevotion The LORD's Chesed Is Forever In Jesus Christ The LORD

#DailyDevotion The LORD's Chesed Is Forever In Jesus Christ The LORD Psalm 136 Thank the LORD for He is good —His mercy endures forever! 2Thank the God of gods — His mercy endures forever! 3Thank the Lord of lords--His mercy endures forever! 4 He alone does great wonders--His mercy endures forever! 5He made the heavens with understanding--His mercy endures forever! 6He made the earth stand above the waters--His mercy endures forever! 7He made great lights - His mercy endures forever! 8the sun to rule the day--His mercy endures forever! 9the moon and the stars to rule the night--His mercy endures forever! This psalm was probably sung antiphonally with either two sets of priests or perhaps the priests singing the first part with the people responding with the refrain, "His mercy endures forever!" I think this is very telling and something we need to grasp and believe in all times and in all circumstances, "His mercy endures forever!" The word mercy here is the Hebrew chesed. It is God's covenantal love. His covenantal love is one-sided. It is not conditional upon us but the character of the LORD. It is much like the agape love of the New Testament—For God so apaped the world that He sent His only begotten Son to be the atoning sacrifice for the world. This steadfast love, mercy, kindness, favor, grace and the like has its origin in the heart of God. It is the purpose of everything. It is the ground of the LORD's being. It is part of the revealed name of the LORD and His glory in Exodus 34:6. This is why it is repeated after every confession of faith here in this psalm. So we start off with thanking the LORD for He is good. The LORD being God is by nature good. He defines what is good. Even if He brings disaster and calamity, it is in service to the good. The next two verses look back to Deut. 10:17, "The LORD your God is the God of gods and the Lord of lords,..." The LORD and the people of Israel are not admitting here there are other actual lords and gods, unless they are speaking of the created angelic beings or the kings of the earth. But here it is most likely speaking of what the nations worship. It is as Paul says 1 Cor. 8, "we know that an idol is nothing in the world and there is only one God. 5Even if there are so-called gods in heaven or on earth (as there are many gods and many lords), 6yet we have one God, the Father: from Him comes everything, and we live for Him. And there is one Lord, Jesus Christ: He made everything, and we live by Him." The point of this expression is there is nothing higher or above, nothing before or after the LORD. The psalmist continues on a path through the beginning of Genesis of the creation account. We should thank the LORD for making the heavens, the earth, the waters, the great lights i.e. the sun, the moon and the stars. These were all created by the chesed of the LORD. His great chesed towards us, mankind. He made them for us to be of benefit for us, to sustain us and the life of everything that sustains us. None of this is haphazard. The LORD needs none of these things of Himself. But their creation and sustaining of them is born out of love for us. As we look out on all of creation whether with the eyes, telescopes and microscopes of all kinds, we can marvel at God's creation and know this is done and made for us out of His chesed character. It originates in Him and is based on Him. His chesed love for us is based on Him and His character. It's object is you and me. For this we should join the refrain, "His mercy endures forever!" Merciful God and Father, Your mercy endures forever and we see that in all that You have made for us through Your Son Jesus Christ our LORD. Grant us hearts that exclaim with our lips thanksgiving and blessing to You now and forever. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen. Read the full article

[quiennoarriesganogana]

Igy harmadjara 5even belul..

Mi lenne ha mukodne?😩

[yortalnahtanoj]

Ephesians 2:19 (with verses 1-18 intro)

Made Alive in Christ

1And [a]you [b]were dead [c]in your offenses and sins, 2in which you previously walked according to the [d]course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, of the spirit that is now working in the [e]sons of disobedience. 3Among them [f]we too all previously lived in the lusts of our flesh, [g]indulging the desires of the flesh and of the [h]mind, and were by nature children of wrath, just as the rest. 4But God, being rich in mercy, because of His great love with which He loved us, 5even when we were dead [i]in our wrongdoings, made us alive together [j]with Christ (by grace you have been saved), 6and raised us up with Him, and seated us with Him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, 7so that in the ages to come He might show the [k]boundless riches of His grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus. 8For by grace you have been saved through faith; and [l]this is not of yourselves, it is the gift of God; 9not a result of works, so that no one may boast. 10For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them.

11Therefore remember that previously you, the Gentiles in the flesh, who are called “Uncircumcision” by the so-called “Circumcision” which is performed in the flesh by human hands— 12remember that you were at that time separate from Christ, [m]excluded from [n]the people of Israel, and strangers to the covenants of the promise, having no hope and without God in the world. 13But now in Christ Jesus you who previously were far away [o]have been brought near [p]by the blood of Christ. 14For He Himself is our peace, who made both groups into one and broke down the [q]barrier of the dividing wall, 15[r]by abolishing [s]in His flesh the hostility, which is the Law composed of commandments expressed in ordinances, so that in Himself He might [t]make the two one new person, in this way establishing peace; 16and that He might reconcile them both in one body to God through the cross, [u]by it having put to death the hostility. 17And He came and preached peace to you who were far away, and peace to those who were near; 18for through Him we both have our access in one Spirit to the Father. 19So then you are no longer strangers and foreigners, but you are fellow citizens with the [v]saints, and are of God’s household, 

[1solone]

5Even after I die

My heart will still know...

In your presence how to beat..

[omniacomic]

5EVEN: t h e m u s e o f s e c r e t s

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[cthonicascendant]

The one who did the birthing. Like calling the donor the donor.

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[mimiplaysgames]

Terra Week Day 5 (Hope/Wayfinder/Caretaker)

Word Count: 3,303

Summary: Terra beckons the monster himself.

Read on AO3

A/N: This is for Terra Week 2022!! You can find the event on Twitter.

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Scar Tissue, Ch. 5

Even after being let go, Terra doesn’t get up. His eyes burn from tears. Swallowing is like stuffing brick down a thin, metal pipe. Naminé. 

“Come on,” Riku whispers, pulling Terra by the elbow. Isa has already left for the manor. “Let’s find her.”

I’m sorry, Terra doesn’t say. Empty words for what he’s done. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Terra kicks over a padded armchair—as if a hole underneath would expose Naminé’s whereabouts—and scoffs. Empty. Its cushions bounce across the carpet, leaving puffs of dust in a trail. They’re searching this creaky manor for clues. So far, nothing has come up. 

They’re here because Terra had said, “All I can think of… I pushed her through a door.”

“You don’t remember anything else?” Isa had said, glancing at the chandelier, in pieces. 

“No.”

“But it is a part of you,” Isa said, rubbing his fighting arm. He still couldn’t move it well. “Can you not reconnect with it and glean information?”

It’s so little to ask of Terra yet it’s too much. 

“Don’t egg him on,” Riku had said.

So they’re here, opening doors, checking behind curtains, in closets, uncovering every inch of space. The house has a tired history. There’s old paintings left behind, vases filled with withered flowers more delicate than paper, furniture in odd positions as though someone had already been here, doing their own search, years ago. 

Worse is that the house has a dark history. It drips over the walls. Terra hates it here.

“Anything?” Riku calls from the kitchen. He’s peeked his head across the hall. Isa comes back from the foyer to see if there’s any news.

Terra throws books off a library shelf. They’re in a language he can’t read. “Nothing,” he grunts.

“Don’t worry.” There is anything but. “There’s still the second floor.”

Isa glares at Terra before returning to his post. He’s about to say something, but he thinks better of it. 

That’s the way it has been this past hour—Isa on the precipice of expressing something to Terra. This search seems moot—if Naminé is indeed hiding here, she’d simply walk out and tell everyone she’s okay. A ghost in the house. She’d be a light with her white dress. The manor is so dark.

But they’re not looking for a real door here, are they?

On the second floor, Isa volunteers to search the eastern wing. Riku follows Terra to the west.

The Master bedroom has its own fireplace, the wood rotten and almost black. The walk-in closet is bare of clothes, and the bedsheets are faded. The tub in the restroom is dry, leaving brittle residue.

Terra tries the next door.

“This was her room,” Riku says softly when Terra turns the knob.

Inside are white walls. Almost pristine if it weren’t for the layer of dust and plaster. Terra runs his finger over the surface of the large table in the middle of the room—too long for one person. The dust is thinner here than all the others, making this room the most recently occupied. On the walls are faded paper drawings. Most of them, from the hard brush strokes, are of Sora. Terra can recognize Roxas in some, even Xion in one of them. Several notebooks are laid out here, too. Terra opens the first page—it’s of his armor. There was a time, in the Darkness, when he heard a voice call to him. Your friends, it told him. Your friends need you.

It was Naminé’s. 

Terra sniffs. Two tears fall onto the page, smudging one of the armor’s ears. 

“She was kept away in here for some time,” Riku says. He presses a fist onto the table. “I used to meet her.” 

“Did you bring her sweets?”

“Sometimes. She preferred the company.”

A breeze flows in through the curtains, through a hole in the windowpane. A moth escapes the mansion using this passage. It’s not hard to imagine Naminé standing here, staring at the skyline beyond the forest into a world where she wasn’t allowed to venture, alone. Terra rubs the tears away but it worsens the crayon markings. Just another thing he’s ruined. He closes the notebook.

“I’m so sorry.”

Riku leans on the table, nearly sitting on it. “How long has this been happening?”

Terra joins him. “I nearly took Ven. I woke up in the middle of it.”

“And you had no idea where you were going to take him?”

Terra shakes his head and crosses his arms. “Come to think of it, I wonder if I was trying to do the same to Aqua.”

Together, they contemplate her drawings in silence. Naminé features herself in one of them, standing next to Kairi. 

“You’re there,” Terra says, nodding to one that is unmistakably Riku. 

“She gave most of my portraits to me.” Riku smiles. 

Terra wants to promise that they’ll find her, no matter what it takes. But Terra hates the thought of breaking promises, unintentionally or otherwise. A narrow mirror sits in the corner of the room. Behind Terra are the eyes.

“There was a short time,” Riku says, “when I was experimenting with Ansem’s powers. He became a part of me, and for a while I had control over the Guardian.”

Terra bites his lip. It’s hot in the room, despite the breeze.

“What did you use the Guardian for?”

“Correction.” Riku smirks. “I used you to discipline Roxas.” He looks over to Terra. “Did you have any idea you were holding someone that looked like Ventus?”

“No.” Terra scoffs. “It’s not like I could see.”

Riku pauses. “I can’t remember the time when I first met the Guardian. I didn’t get the sense that I knew it before. One day, it was just there, like I had opened the front door and it invited itself in.” He sighs. “Before I knew it, it left, when I came into my own powers and realigned what my heart was all about.”

Terra’s lips quiver. “It really hurt.” He wiped his pants of dust. “Everything about being that thing hurt. I barely had my own thoughts. I would know a command, and I would perform it.”

“And if you didn’t follow the commands?”

“It would hurt more.” Terra sighs, and waves his arm in dismissal. “I don’t know how to describe it. Like being on fire all the time. It was easier to appease them. The moment of peace afterwards was worth it.” He pauses, and lowers his voice. “Then again, maybe not. Seems like it always came at an expense.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” 

“It’s not your fault. It was just another Heartless to you.”

“Does that mean that all Heartless hurt?”

“I couldn’t tell you.” Terra smiles. It slacks with the weight of too much fatigue. 

Another pause, this time suffocating. “Do you think she’s hurting?”

Terra clears his throat. Suddenly, he couldn’t bear to look at her drawings. “I just wanted her safe.”

Isa steps into the room. When he looks over the drawings, he frowns. “We’re wasting our time.”

Riku stands up. “Let’s not give up. There’s one more place to check.”

In the basement, through a secret panel on the wall, is a back room full of what the others call computers, torn apart, bent, shattered into glass all over the floor. Good riddance. Terra doesn’t get the sense that these were used for any good.

“Is it possible Naminé was tucked away in a data world?” Riku asks. He attempts to turn on one of the computers. It doesn’t react. 

“I don’t know what data means,” Terra says. He doesn’t miss the way Riku phrased the question: “tucked away” by an unspoken “something else” as though Terra didn’t have a hand in it.

“Fair enough.” Riku snorts.

“What now?” Isa asks. 

“Well, I think we’d be walking in circles if we searched the woods, but I have an idea. Let’s go.” 

Terra starts to follow, but Isa pulls him back by the arm. They wait until Riku is out of earshot.

“I’ll speak my mind.” Isa crosses his arms and studies Terra, as if digging for an answer to a question not yet asked. “I understand the hesitation to call forth your Darkness again, for fear of the consequences.”

“Well—”

“And I understand fully the shame of it.” In the pockets of his elbows, his hands twitch. “My weapon is a part of me.” He presses a hand over his chest. “When I hold it, it spreads numbness up through my arms, towards my heart, into my mind. There was a reason I was the Berserker of Organization XIII. I felt nothing otherwise.”

Terra hangs his head.

“It stays with me as a reminder. It gives me strength to know that I can live a normal, pleasant life now, where I can never feel that way again.” Isa leans forward to catch Terra’s attention. “I’ve seen the Heartless come back to you. Why reject it when you need it most right now?”

Terra swallows. 

In a whisper, Isa says, “I also understand the feeling of not being worthy enough to have it.”

“Of having these powers or having a pleasant life?”

“Why exclude one from the other?”

After a moment, Isa leaves him when Terra doesn’t reply.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It takes a back and forth between Isa—

“Cut the nonsense. Engage him in a fight—”

And Riku—

“Naminé wasn’t the one fighting him. Neither were Aqua and Ventus—”

—before they settle on an agreement, and suggest that Terra should sit down on a soft patch of grass, close his eyes, and relax. It’s a lot to ask for.

Terra fidgets. He clogs himself with a cycle of thoughts.

Is she safe? Is she safe? Is she safe?

It’s my fault.

What are they thinking of me?

Every once in a while, Riku comes to check on him. “How’s it going?”

Same as the last five minutes.

“I’m still trying.”

Terra feels Riku set his weight next to him. Terra wishes he didn’t. Terra also wishes Riku didn’t ask the question, “Can you at least tell me she’s okay?”

Terra doesn’t know how to get that answer. In a moment that lasts a second, Terra sees the black door. Closed, always closed. A second gone, he’s back in Twilight Town. A second later, the black door, far away. He opens his eyes.

Isa keeps himself at a distance, rotating his right wrist and flexing his fingers. 

I don’t know.

I’m so tired of not knowing. 

Voices from the heart speak so quietly that they’re easy to doubt. Is Naminé asleep? (yes), is she safe? (yes… maybe not), will she wake up? (depends). Does that mean Terra knows what’s going on with her? Can he say for certain?

He needs something tangible, a real door that he can open so he can wake her. Right now, he’s at the cliffside, barely a step away and no tools to fly. Coming near an answer is like giving himself in to the Darkness, all over again. Terra is afraid of shutting off the light. He’s afraid he won't want to turn it on again.

Riku leaves his side. 

Terra thinks of Aqua and Ven. She must be forgoing all of her chores, stuck in a worried cycle that won’t leave her alone, wandering the castle halls with a mug of tea in her hands, going cold. Ven must be quiet, dealing with her mood, fiddling for things to do in random rooms. Terra’s heart lurches and lulls. It’s subtle, when the monster begins to pluck it. In the silence, Terra can feel his skin being caressed, soft enough to wonder if he’s making it up.

Terra waits to be taken over. He’s waiting for nothing to happen. 

He goes back to Aqua and Ven, and how worried they’d be if—

Something clicks. They’ll be safe, says a confident voice, as small as a lint of dust, with the assurance of a mountain surviving an earthquake, like that of a father’s assuring his son. They’ll be safe, I’ll make sure of it.  

So… he turns off the light. He dips.

The Station of Awakening is a far-fetched idea to most Keyblade wielders. It’s common to hear from others that it’s a figment of the imagination, a far-off memory distorted by time, a dream where they can’t quite remember the details. It takes a lot of sinking—like the fall to Darkness, almost exactly, by letting the body go and hoping that someone friendly will catch you.

“Terra?”

Don’t interrupt me. 

He falls. 

He feels a hand on his shoulder, shaking him, and Terra (someone) smacks it away.

It’s a door. It’s just a door. Let me get to it.

“Isa! Come here.”

Be quiet.

He’s almost there. All he needs to do—

The door shuts and locks itself. He twists the knob. Someone on the other side is trapping it with a fist.

“All I need to do is knock,” Terra says out loud.

“Did you say something?”

Terra bangs on the door. 

“Something is wrong with him.”

“Be mindful,” Isa says. “It’s coming.”

Bang bang bang bang.

Terra opens his eyes to Riku’s concerned expression, crouched in front of him, and Isa standing in the background, looking down on him. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It’s beautiful, the sky of stars. A blanket of glitter, soft, like fleece on a winter night, like silk on a humid summer evening, twinkling with the gentleness of kissing piano keys with fingertips that it barely plays a note. A Darkness so calming, the deepest night where the deepest sleep can settle into the body, without light to disturb or strain. 

Terra reaches up to touch them but they’re too far away.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Terra gags. He’s on his hands and knees, keeled over. He’s nauseous enough to retch but his stomach is empty. Near him, his friends groan. Isa is caressing his back from soreness. Riku is holding his head. It’s as though they’ve been in battle.

The door is still locked. The Guardian is keeping him out on purpose.

“No more,” Terra mutters. He summons Earthshaker. 

“What are you doing?” Isa rasps. He picks himself up on the shoulders, his eyes widening. “You’d lock a part of yourself away?”

“I’m willing.”

“This is disaster.”

“Not if I want it—”

“And if it disagrees?”

To shit with what the Guardian wants. “It doesn’t belong to me!” 

Terra flips the Keyblade at the hilt and points it towards himself. The last time he did this, it wasn’t so bad, he tells himself.

Isa reaches out. “Don’t—”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

When he was a child, Terra used to draw stick figures without eyes. 

Eraqus was concerned. Children destined for the Keyblade were subjects for odd dreams, shifting realities, visions within visions, symbols without meanings. Terra called them friends. He told Terra not to worry.

When Ventus joined the family, he did the same—he drew figures without eyes. He continued doing this until Eraqus told him to stop. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It feels empty without Terra here. The sun is vibrant but the light feels bland. All the chores are finished. Without Terra to bother, there’s not much else to do. Aqua isn’t up to grading his essays, isn’t up to pranks, and isn’t up to jokes. Ven stuffs another (third) fudge cupcake into his mouth as he struts down the eastern hallway. 

Ven passes the door that leads to the cellar, and pointedly ignores it. He hasn’t been to the cellar in five years (minus the twelve he was asleep). Not since Terra told him there was a ghost living there. 

Aqua hasn’t said much since Terra left. Something very disturbing is going on with him, he needs to figure this out on his own, etc etc… Ven wishes she could see that he knows more than what she’s letting up.

Ven had asked, “How will we know when he needs our help?”

When, not if. 

Aqua had smiled, and it looked unnatural. She’s supposed to look happy, or at least at peace. “When he needs us, he’ll give us a signal.”

What sounds like thunder hitting the castle jerks Ven off from his thoughts. Not thunder, but thuds of heavy footsteps. He turns over and expects to see… well, someone wearing armor. He doesn’t have his activated, so it must be Aqua walking about the castle—for reasons that would only define her as slightly paranoid, since nothing can hurt the Land of Departure anymore. Ven keeps his Keyblade near his fingertips, waiting for the slightest summon, just in case.

The thuds sound muffled. They’re not on this floor.

A crash—the knocking over of plaster and metal. Ven nearly jumps, and squeezes his cupcake so tightly that it spills over to the floor. 

The cellar door bursts open. 

Ven drops what remains of his cupcake and runs. Behind him, the grandfather clock knocks over and crashes onto the floor. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

There’s not a lot to say except that she’s prayed over and over again for the same things.

Aqua kneels before her Master’s Keyblade, now adorned with a fresh flower wreath and their Wayfinders draped over its hilt. Over time, she stops to pay her respects less and less, his death no longer a raw chasm that swallows her. But when she does, she sits cross-legged and folds her hands together. The days have crawled since Terra has left. What plays in her mind over and over is the image of him stepping out of the castle with a morose smile on his face, of him barking and turning his back on her in Radiant Garden twelve years ago. She asks the Master for advice, but her heart only leaves her with:

Trust him.

Or,

Be careful. Follow him. 

Both seem correct.

Sometimes, she’s not sure what memory of her Master would be real to his image in death. Is he more forgiving as a ghost? Or does he worry more? 

Aqua wishes she had the mind to tell Terra to take his Wayfinder just in case. 

“AQUA!!!”

She jolts out of her meditation and stands up. 

Ven scrambles down the terrace. He nearly trips, yelling “IT’S THE THING” and “IT’S COMING” and “WE GOT THE SIGNAL.”

When he reaches her, he’s hyperventilating, clasping for breath from his run-for-life-or-death. He throws himself behind her and guards himself with her sash. “It’s here,” he rasps.

From the entrance to the castle walks out Terra’s armor.

“Terra?”

Ven scoffs. “That is not him.”

Her face ices over. “He left that here?”

Ven’s expression is serious. He grips her sash tighter. 

The armor marches down the terrace and onto the forecourt where they keep the Master’s memorial, over a cliff that holds the audience to the mountains beyond. The armor stops, still as a statue left behind in the castle, as if someone had dragged it out and left it here. Moments pass. Nothing else happens, as though this outcrop, at their feet, has been its destination.

“What’s it waiting for?” Ven whispers.

Aqua steps forward. It doesn’t move. She’s looked at the face of its visor so often that she almost expects it to take the helmet off and see Terra’s face right behind it. 

“Terra?” she says, even though she knows it won’t answer. Her heart still drops when it doesn’t. “Can you take us to him?”

What makes it worse is the armor’s casual access to Earthshaker. Terra shouldn’t be able to share that without express permission. The armor summons it into a glider. 

“We have to follow it,” Aqua says, her voice shaky. 

And though Ven hesitates to go with her, though Ven whines about what they’re going to find, she knows he knows they must. Terra has been separated into pieces again.

[russellstyles]

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Hudson Yards Station, NYC, NY,🇺🇸

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[michelleliteracy-blog]

While some people like to debate ideas and opinions, others argue out of habit: – they can’t help themselves, have no desire to help themselves, and will make a fuss about the most trivial things, just to cause conflict. Yet, according to them, “I’m completely at peace.” This can drive those around them up the wall because they are almost always on the defensive, even about what might seem like the most insignificant things. Verbal sparring is their thing. Their daily mantra seems to be, “I object,” or “I don’t see it that way.” They ask counter-questions for each of your statements while SAYING, “I’m not being argumentative”, but BEING argumentative. The argumentative says other people are always the source of an argument, not them. It’s almost impossible to get them to consider your views – in their mind they are always right. Their favorite phrase is, "Why are you getting upset, I am only asking questions. This is how I learn, I ask questions." They can come up with heaps of reasons why you, and not they, are the ones causing all the trouble with their "questions"; it’s hard to have a conflict-free conversation with them, even about trivial matters. They have little, or hardly any, insight into how their behaviors and "questions" impact others. Their tongue is indeed the unruly member. Mastering comes by the Word of God. James 3:5-8. 5Even so the tongue is a little member, and boasteth great things. Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth! 6And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell. 7For every kind of beasts, and of birds, and of serpents, and of things in the sea, is tamed, and hath been tamed of mankind: 8But the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison. https://www.instagram.com/p/CdI_TWnOp4O/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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PREDAWN AMBIANCE ! - AVANT L’AUBE 📷 @br3nn3nfoto 🙏 . It's a foggy sunrise moonrise cityscape! Throwback to a few months ago with that tasty morning fog and beautiful sunrises! I was lucky enough to catch the crescent moon and Venus rising this morning and some low fog! The colors were gorgeous and the high level clouds were lit up! This was about an hour before sunrise so the gradients were so beautiful! Have a great day everyone! Do you like sunrises or moonrises better? . Paysage urbain brumeux au lever de la lune ! Retour il y a quelques mois avec ce délicieux brouillard matinal et ce beau soleil qui se lève! J'ai eu la chance d'attraper le croissant de lune et Vénus se levant ce matin et un peu de brouillard bas ! Les couleurs magnifiques et les nuages ​illuminés ! C'était environ une heure avant le lever du soleil, si beaux ! . ❄️ curated #visualgrams Founders #jeanlucbattini & #robbins Let us know what you think in the comments section - Faites-nous savoir ce que vous pensez en commentaires Follow @visualgrams for more suivez nous 🌬 Tap the link in our bio for our Guide to Instagram ☃️ Growth, Lightroom Presets & more…. #mastersofvisuals #battini #sonorthwest #seattle #seattlelife #natgeoyourshot #cloud #komo4 #moonset #k5winter #sunriselovers #yourshotphotographer #sunrise #fullmoon #spaceneedle #wonderfulwestcoast #shooters #pnw_shooters #sunrisephotography #earth_deluxe #destinationpnw #5evening #burn #battiniparis #photographer 🌇 .✨ . .🗼 (à Seattle, Washington) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcyoZM5KHeQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Jesus: John 1:1-3In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. Galatians 4:3-5Even so we, when we were children, were in bondage under the elements of the world: But when the fulness of the time was come, God sent forth his Son, made of a…

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BTEI Courses - March 2021

BTEI Courses – March 2021

Course Name:  Care of the Older PersonQQI Level: QQI Level 5 Hello again all,Just to let you know that we currently have a limited number of places available on the following course:Course Name:  Care of the Older PersonQQI Level: QQI Level 5Evenings: Tuesday & ThursdayTimes: 6.30 pm – 9.30 pmStart date: March 2021 (dates to be confirmed)Course delivery mode: *Initially it will be delivered…