01.02.2021: As the dates are recognised going forward on the calendar, Issac Asimov perhaps would have also had a friend in this collection. At least I was fortunate enough to own one with modifications. How do you interact with your companion? #ai lives. https://t.co/TuCTLjGLqk
01.01.2021: it is said that a huge bang was the sound heard when creation arrived in the various pheres, whether exo, stratus and the like...keep the lights on out there. #HappyNewYear2021
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Hubble welcomes 2021 with this image focusing on the peak of one of the βPillars of Creation.β Underneath a surface battered by harsh radiation, young stars are about to emerge into the universe and have their time to shine. Happy New Year! https://t.co/6xjIN1CNwR
#GoodBye2020: serendipity is when you have a moment of realisation in the same place you were standing in for so many trips had a new year's π celebration in so many time zones from all the wanderlust destinations you actually travelled. I think #hello2021 should be with that βοΈ
December 25, 2020:
#onthisday for the last 20 years you and I have always shared a birthday. And somewhere in my memory whether it be heteogenous or the plausible thumb kind -- may every year be better. Happy Christmasβ π π #IsaacNewton
Date: β October 4, 2020
Dealing with new situations can be difficult. Overcoming loneliness during the current restrictions can be difficult. I'm grateful for my time at JFK today. Good to see my reflection. Ρ ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΈΠΉ π
December 6, 2020:
DNA.
#shopineasymode: curr (500, 1050, 2300, 4200, 6600)
Somewhere in this archive is the
Str (there is nothing disruptive about women with shopping addictions)
Refute:
Str (it's a currency not shopping) βοΈπ₯π
October 28, 2020:
5:52pm EST
Do you love this place? Was it a home to you? Did you visit her majesty in the park? Did you work here? Did you love your life? Do you love it still? #120WallStreet#downtownnyc#keepit100 πΈ
After strolling through my Ballet school neighborhood of Greenwich Village -- and a very dissatisfied Friday evening I find that I need to repost my 2017 memoirs. Merci Beaucoup Paris. No Passe.