#refleet

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Random Real Thoroughbred: REFLEET ROSE

REFLEET ROSE is a dark bay/brown mare born in The United States in 1989. By BRIAR'S BEAU out of PETITE REFLEET. Link to their pedigreequery page: https://www.pedigreequery.com/refleet+rose

[unjustbadperson]

Cancer mercury

Your mercury sign refleets how you think and communicate

Good memory

Closed

Attentive listener

Stand up for someone

Impatient

History

Family personal

Interests in culture

Ritated

Intuitive

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retweet if you like tumblr, revine if you like boobs, refleet if you like Nissan CF35LP Forklift

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This goes crazy 🔥🔥😱 like and refleet if agree

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tumblr should add fleets

refleets were the best feature twitter ever had

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Own financial difficulties

With such conditions prevailing, aggravated by their own financial difficulties, it is not surprising that the Turkish elements have neither the heart nor the desire to assume again their position as leaders of the summer colony in Prinkipo. They prefer to keep quietly to themselves and they make it a point to avoid as much as possible any contact with foreigners or with the mixed crowd of Levantines.

The beautiful Yacht Club, which was formerly an essentially Turkish institution really devoted to yachting, is now more of a gambling den than a club and only a few unprincipled Lev antinized Turks still frequent it. We passed before it on our way home, and father said smilingly that it was now “taboo” for us. I can well imagine how he felt. He had been one of the founders of the club.

My father and my uncle lived together in a big white villa midway on the hill. The house had been originally built by my father as a small cottage during the first years of his marriage and when my uncle was away on one of his diplomatic missions.

Then gradually as the family increased and as my uncle came back, additions had been made to the cottage. It stood now, a large twenty five room house in the midst of pine trees, with shaded verandas running around each floor, commanding a gorgeous view over the three neighbouring islands, on the one hand, and the smiling shores of Anatolia on the other.

The background to this panorama is furnished by the city of Constantinople, dimly discernable at a distance, refleeting at night its millions of blinking lights in the blue waters of the Marmora. We settled into one of the wings of the house originally built for my elder brother when he married. He was now away with his family.

The first opportunity to the Prinkipo Club

To celebrate our arrival my father took us at the first opportunity to the Prinkipo Club of which he was still president. This club has remained more exclusive than the Yacht Club and has therefore a larger and better Turkish attendance. It occupies the beautiful estate which was the American summer Embassy at the time of Mr. Leish man. Weekly concerts are given in its gardens every Friday night the Turkish. Sunday. My father took us to one of these concerts to make our “debut” into the Turkish society of Prinkipo.

Groups of Turkish families were wandering together in the gardens or sitting at tables, enjoying the beautiful starry night and listening to the music. The ladies were attired in summer garments beautiful Oriental capes of embroidered white silk, draping their Parisian gowns in flowing loose folds their hair covered by a net or veil, but their faces uncovered. The men wore tuxedos or business suits and could be distinguished from the foreigners only by their red fezes, a most unbecoming and unpractical headgear which is, alas! obligatory for all Turkish men in Constantinople.

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Own financial difficulties

With such conditions prevailing, aggravated by their own financial difficulties, it is not surprising that the Turkish elements have neither the heart nor the desire to assume again their position as leaders of the summer colony in Prinkipo. They prefer to keep quietly to themselves and they make it a point to avoid as much as possible any contact with foreigners or with the mixed crowd of Levantines.

The beautiful Yacht Club, which was formerly an essentially Turkish institution really devoted to yachting, is now more of a gambling den than a club and only a few unprincipled Lev antinized Turks still frequent it. We passed before it on our way home, and father said smilingly that it was now “taboo” for us. I can well imagine how he felt. He had been one of the founders of the club.

My father and my uncle lived together in a big white villa midway on the hill. The house had been originally built by my father as a small cottage during the first years of his marriage and when my uncle was away on one of his diplomatic missions.

Then gradually as the family increased and as my uncle came back, additions had been made to the cottage. It stood now, a large twenty five room house in the midst of pine trees, with shaded verandas running around each floor, commanding a gorgeous view over the three neighbouring islands, on the one hand, and the smiling shores of Anatolia on the other.

The background to this panorama is furnished by the city of Constantinople, dimly discernable at a distance, refleeting at night its millions of blinking lights in the blue waters of the Marmora. We settled into one of the wings of the house originally built for my elder brother when he married. He was now away with his family.

The first opportunity to the Prinkipo Club

To celebrate our arrival my father took us at the first opportunity to the Prinkipo Club of which he was still president. This club has remained more exclusive than the Yacht Club and has therefore a larger and better Turkish attendance. It occupies the beautiful estate which was the American summer Embassy at the time of Mr. Leish man. Weekly concerts are given in its gardens every Friday night the Turkish. Sunday. My father took us to one of these concerts to make our “debut” into the Turkish society of Prinkipo.

Groups of Turkish families were wandering together in the gardens or sitting at tables, enjoying the beautiful starry night and listening to the music. The ladies were attired in summer garments beautiful Oriental capes of embroidered white silk, draping their Parisian gowns in flowing loose folds their hair covered by a net or veil, but their faces uncovered. The men wore tuxedos or business suits and could be distinguished from the foreigners only by their red fezes, a most unbecoming and unpractical headgear which is, alas! obligatory for all Turkish men in Constantinople.

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Own financial difficulties

With such conditions prevailing, aggravated by their own financial difficulties, it is not surprising that the Turkish elements have neither the heart nor the desire to assume again their position as leaders of the summer colony in Prinkipo. They prefer to keep quietly to themselves and they make it a point to avoid as much as possible any contact with foreigners or with the mixed crowd of Levantines.

The beautiful Yacht Club, which was formerly an essentially Turkish institution really devoted to yachting, is now more of a gambling den than a club and only a few unprincipled Lev antinized Turks still frequent it. We passed before it on our way home, and father said smilingly that it was now “taboo” for us. I can well imagine how he felt. He had been one of the founders of the club.

My father and my uncle lived together in a big white villa midway on the hill. The house had been originally built by my father as a small cottage during the first years of his marriage and when my uncle was away on one of his diplomatic missions.

Then gradually as the family increased and as my uncle came back, additions had been made to the cottage. It stood now, a large twenty five room house in the midst of pine trees, with shaded verandas running around each floor, commanding a gorgeous view over the three neighbouring islands, on the one hand, and the smiling shores of Anatolia on the other.

The background to this panorama is furnished by the city of Constantinople, dimly discernable at a distance, refleeting at night its millions of blinking lights in the blue waters of the Marmora. We settled into one of the wings of the house originally built for my elder brother when he married. He was now away with his family.

The first opportunity to the Prinkipo Club

To celebrate our arrival my father took us at the first opportunity to the Prinkipo Club of which he was still president. This club has remained more exclusive than the Yacht Club and has therefore a larger and better Turkish attendance. It occupies the beautiful estate which was the American summer Embassy at the time of Mr. Leish man. Weekly concerts are given in its gardens every Friday night the Turkish. Sunday. My father took us to one of these concerts to make our “debut” into the Turkish society of Prinkipo.

Groups of Turkish families were wandering together in the gardens or sitting at tables, enjoying the beautiful starry night and listening to the music. The ladies were attired in summer garments beautiful Oriental capes of embroidered white silk, draping their Parisian gowns in flowing loose folds their hair covered by a net or veil, but their faces uncovered. The men wore tuxedos or business suits and could be distinguished from the foreigners only by their red fezes, a most unbecoming and unpractical headgear which is, alas! obligatory for all Turkish men in Constantinople.

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Perscpolis tremble

TALE XIT

A preacher, who had a detestable voice, but thought he had a very sweet one, bawled out to no purpose. You would say the croaking of the crow of the desert was the burthen of his song, and that the following verse of the Koran wras intended for him: ‘ Verily the most detestable of sounds is the braying of an ass.

When this ass of a preacher brayeth, it makes Perscpolis tremble. The people of the town, on account of the respectability of his office, submitted to the calamity, and did not think it advisable to molest him, until one of the neighbouring preachers, who secretly was ill disposed towards him, came once to see him and said, “I saw a dream, may it prove good! ”

He asked, “What did you see? ” He replied, “I thought you had a sweet voice, and that the people were enjoying tranquillity from your discourse,” The preacher, after refleeting a little on the subject, said, “What a happy dream this is that you have seen, which has discovered to me my defect, in that I have an unpleasant voice, and that the people are distressed at my preaching. I have vowed that, in future, I will read only in a low tone.

The company of friends was disadvantageous to me, because they look on my bad manners as excellent; my defects appear to them skill and perfection, and my thorn is regarded as the rose and the jasmin. Where is the enemy, with an impudent and piercing eye, who shall point out my fault? ”

TALE XIII.

A certain person, who performed gratis the office of Mowuzzin in the mosque of Sanjaryah, had such a voice as disgusted all who heard it. The intendant of the mosque, an Umeer, a good humane man, being unwilling to offend him, said, “My lad, this mosque has Mowuzzins of long standing, each of whom has monthly stipend of five dinars; now I will give you ten dinars to go to another place.”

He agreed to this proposal and went away. Some time after he came to the Umeer, and said, “0 my lord, you injured me, in sending me away from this station for ten dinars; for where I went, they will give me twenty dinars to remove to another place, to which I have not consented.” The Umeer laughed, and said, “Take care don’t accept of the offer, for they may be willing to give you fifty. No one with a mattock can so effectually scrape off clay from the face of a hard stone, as your discordant voice harrows up the soul.”

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Perscpolis tremble

TALE XIT

A preacher, who had a detestable voice, but thought he had a very sweet one, bawled out to no purpose. You would say the croaking of the crow of the desert was the burthen of his song, and that the following verse of the Koran wras intended for him: ‘ Verily the most detestable of sounds is the braying of an ass.

When this ass of a preacher brayeth, it makes Perscpolis tremble. The people of the town, on account of the respectability of his office, submitted to the calamity, and did not think it advisable to molest him, until one of the neighbouring preachers, who secretly was ill disposed towards him, came once to see him and said, “I saw a dream, may it prove good! ”

He asked, “What did you see? ” He replied, “I thought you had a sweet voice, and that the people were enjoying tranquillity from your discourse,” The preacher, after refleeting a little on the subject, said, “What a happy dream this is that you have seen, which has discovered to me my defect, in that I have an unpleasant voice, and that the people are distressed at my preaching. I have vowed that, in future, I will read only in a low tone.

The company of friends was disadvantageous to me, because they look on my bad manners as excellent; my defects appear to them skill and perfection, and my thorn is regarded as the rose and the jasmin. Where is the enemy, with an impudent and piercing eye, who shall point out my fault? ”

TALE XIII.

A certain person, who performed gratis the office of Mowuzzin in the mosque of Sanjaryah, had such a voice as disgusted all who heard it. The intendant of the mosque, an Umeer, a good humane man, being unwilling to offend him, said, “My lad, this mosque has Mowuzzins of long standing, each of whom has monthly stipend of five dinars; now I will give you ten dinars to go to another place.”

He agreed to this proposal and went away. Some time after he came to the Umeer, and said, “0 my lord, you injured me, in sending me away from this station for ten dinars; for where I went, they will give me twenty dinars to remove to another place, to which I have not consented.” The Umeer laughed, and said, “Take care don’t accept of the offer, for they may be willing to give you fifty. No one with a mattock can so effectually scrape off clay from the face of a hard stone, as your discordant voice harrows up the soul.”

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Perscpolis tremble

TALE XIT

A preacher, who had a detestable voice, but thought he had a very sweet one, bawled out to no purpose. You would say the croaking of the crow of the desert was the burthen of his song, and that the following verse of the Koran wras intended for him: ‘ Verily the most detestable of sounds is the braying of an ass.

When this ass of a preacher brayeth, it makes Perscpolis tremble. The people of the town, on account of the respectability of his office, submitted to the calamity, and did not think it advisable to molest him, until one of the neighbouring preachers, who secretly was ill disposed towards him, came once to see him and said, “I saw a dream, may it prove good! ”

He asked, “What did you see? ” He replied, “I thought you had a sweet voice, and that the people were enjoying tranquillity from your discourse,” The preacher, after refleeting a little on the subject, said, “What a happy dream this is that you have seen, which has discovered to me my defect, in that I have an unpleasant voice, and that the people are distressed at my preaching. I have vowed that, in future, I will read only in a low tone.

The company of friends was disadvantageous to me, because they look on my bad manners as excellent; my defects appear to them skill and perfection, and my thorn is regarded as the rose and the jasmin. Where is the enemy, with an impudent and piercing eye, who shall point out my fault? ”

TALE XIII.

A certain person, who performed gratis the office of Mowuzzin in the mosque of Sanjaryah, had such a voice as disgusted all who heard it. The intendant of the mosque, an Umeer, a good humane man, being unwilling to offend him, said, “My lad, this mosque has Mowuzzins of long standing, each of whom has monthly stipend of five dinars; now I will give you ten dinars to go to another place.”

He agreed to this proposal and went away. Some time after he came to the Umeer, and said, “0 my lord, you injured me, in sending me away from this station for ten dinars; for where I went, they will give me twenty dinars to remove to another place, to which I have not consented.” The Umeer laughed, and said, “Take care don’t accept of the offer, for they may be willing to give you fifty. No one with a mattock can so effectually scrape off clay from the face of a hard stone, as your discordant voice harrows up the soul.”

[unjustbadperson]

Aquarius mercury

Your mercury sign refleets how you think and communicate

Thinker

Quick speaker

Original

Inspirational

Alternative

Headstrong

Excentric

Individual

Logical

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Perscpolis tremble

TALE XIT

A preacher, who had a detestable voice, but thought he had a very sweet one, bawled out to no purpose. You would say the croaking of the crow of the desert was the burthen of his song, and that the following verse of the Koran wras intended for him: ‘ Verily the most detestable of sounds is the braying of an ass.

When this ass of a preacher brayeth, it makes Perscpolis tremble. The people of the town, on account of the respectability of his office, submitted to the calamity, and did not think it advisable to molest him, until one of the neighbouring preachers, who secretly was ill disposed towards him, came once to see him and said, “I saw a dream, may it prove good! ”

He asked, “What did you see? ” He replied, “I thought you had a sweet voice, and that the people were enjoying tranquillity from your discourse,” The preacher, after refleeting a little on the subject, said, “What a happy dream this is that you have seen, which has discovered to me my defect, in that I have an unpleasant voice, and that the people are distressed at my preaching. I have vowed that, in future, I will read only in a low tone.

The company of friends was disadvantageous to me, because they look on my bad manners as excellent; my defects appear to them skill and perfection, and my thorn is regarded as the rose and the jasmin. Where is the enemy, with an impudent and piercing eye, who shall point out my fault? ”

TALE XIII.

A certain person, who performed gratis the office of Mowuzzin in the mosque of Sanjaryah, had such a voice as disgusted all who heard it. The intendant of the mosque, an Umeer, a good humane man, being unwilling to offend him, said, “My lad, this mosque has Mowuzzins of long standing, each of whom has monthly stipend of five dinars; now I will give you ten dinars to go to another place.”

He agreed to this proposal and went away. Some time after he came to the Umeer, and said, “0 my lord, you injured me, in sending me away from this station for ten dinars; for where I went, they will give me twenty dinars to remove to another place, to which I have not consented.” The Umeer laughed, and said, “Take care don’t accept of the offer, for they may be willing to give you fifty. No one with a mattock can so effectually scrape off clay from the face of a hard stone, as your discordant voice harrows up the soul.”

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Perscpolis tremble

TALE XIT

A preacher, who had a detestable voice, but thought he had a very sweet one, bawled out to no purpose. You would say the croaking of the crow of the desert was the burthen of his song, and that the following verse of the Koran wras intended for him: ‘ Verily the most detestable of sounds is the braying of an ass.

When this ass of a preacher brayeth, it makes Perscpolis tremble. The people of the town, on account of the respectability of his office, submitted to the calamity, and did not think it advisable to molest him, until one of the neighbouring preachers, who secretly was ill disposed towards him, came once to see him and said, “I saw a dream, may it prove good! ”

He asked, “What did you see? ” He replied, “I thought you had a sweet voice, and that the people were enjoying tranquillity from your discourse,” The preacher, after refleeting a little on the subject, said, “What a happy dream this is that you have seen, which has discovered to me my defect, in that I have an unpleasant voice, and that the people are distressed at my preaching. I have vowed that, in future, I will read only in a low tone.

The company of friends was disadvantageous to me, because they look on my bad manners as excellent; my defects appear to them skill and perfection, and my thorn is regarded as the rose and the jasmin. Where is the enemy, with an impudent and piercing eye, who shall point out my fault? ”

TALE XIII.

A certain person, who performed gratis the office of Mowuzzin in the mosque of Sanjaryah, had such a voice as disgusted all who heard it. The intendant of the mosque, an Umeer, a good humane man, being unwilling to offend him, said, “My lad, this mosque has Mowuzzins of long standing, each of whom has monthly stipend of five dinars; now I will give you ten dinars to go to another place.”

He agreed to this proposal and went away. Some time after he came to the Umeer, and said, “0 my lord, you injured me, in sending me away from this station for ten dinars; for where I went, they will give me twenty dinars to remove to another place, to which I have not consented.” The Umeer laughed, and said, “Take care don’t accept of the offer, for they may be willing to give you fifty. No one with a mattock can so effectually scrape off clay from the face of a hard stone, as your discordant voice harrows up the soul.”

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Perscpolis tremble

TALE XIT

A preacher, who had a detestable voice, but thought he had a very sweet one, bawled out to no purpose. You would say the croaking of the crow of the desert was the burthen of his song, and that the following verse of the Koran wras intended for him: ‘ Verily the most detestable of sounds is the braying of an ass.

When this ass of a preacher brayeth, it makes Perscpolis tremble. The people of the town, on account of the respectability of his office, submitted to the calamity, and did not think it advisable to molest him, until one of the neighbouring preachers, who secretly was ill disposed towards him, came once to see him and said, “I saw a dream, may it prove good! ”

He asked, “What did you see? ” He replied, “I thought you had a sweet voice, and that the people were enjoying tranquillity from your discourse,” The preacher, after refleeting a little on the subject, said, “What a happy dream this is that you have seen, which has discovered to me my defect, in that I have an unpleasant voice, and that the people are distressed at my preaching. I have vowed that, in future, I will read only in a low tone.

The company of friends was disadvantageous to me, because they look on my bad manners as excellent; my defects appear to them skill and perfection, and my thorn is regarded as the rose and the jasmin. Where is the enemy, with an impudent and piercing eye, who shall point out my fault? ”

TALE XIII.

A certain person, who performed gratis the office of Mowuzzin in the mosque of Sanjaryah, had such a voice as disgusted all who heard it. The intendant of the mosque, an Umeer, a good humane man, being unwilling to offend him, said, “My lad, this mosque has Mowuzzins of long standing, each of whom has monthly stipend of five dinars; now I will give you ten dinars to go to another place.”

He agreed to this proposal and went away. Some time after he came to the Umeer, and said, “0 my lord, you injured me, in sending me away from this station for ten dinars; for where I went, they will give me twenty dinars to remove to another place, to which I have not consented.” The Umeer laughed, and said, “Take care don’t accept of the offer, for they may be willing to give you fifty. No one with a mattock can so effectually scrape off clay from the face of a hard stone, as your discordant voice harrows up the soul.”