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perhaps-palms-had-been-whispering-warnings-in-sultry-breeze-tl-parker
my-sound-is-smooth-not-to-be-to-cliche-but-really-sensual-sultry
the-trough-was-full-and-faithful-tray-came-out-to-drink-one-sultry-day
what-men-call-gallantry-and-gods-adultery-is-much-more-common-where-the-climates-sultry
what-sultry-wold-god-hath-created-showered-with-our-pensions-never-earned-what-sultry-wold-god-hath-created-showered-with-our-pensions-never-earned-wretched
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why-couldnt-she-have-given-him-sultry-laugh-as-shed-seen-women-do-in-movies-instead-giggling-like-some-enchanted-mindless-school-girl-dawn-m-turner
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again-again-cicadas-untiring-cry-pierced-sultry-summer-air-like-needle-at-work-on-thick-cotton-cloth-yukio-mishima
with-their-bright-color-fantastic-balance-acidity-sweetness-tomatoes-are-natural-refresher-perfect-element-for-meals-on-warm-sultry-days
i-want-to-tap-into-different-styles-something-definitely-mature-sultry-sensual-easy-listening-that-everyone-can-enjoy-every-one-every-race-everyone-latoya-london
her-unusual-dark-hair-sultry-eyes-made-her-stand-out-anne-boleyn-was-tudor-englands-angelina-jolie-amid-sea-reese-witherspoons-kris-waldherr
he-smelled-like-sultry-summer-stormcool-refreshing-rain-sweltering-hot-wind-charged-electric-thunderall-rolled-up-into-one-extremely-enticing-vampire-being-ada-adams
the-air-massive-like-lead-too-sultry-to-give-to-give-sigh-sheer-unbearable-she-lies-on-me-your-love-to-me-feels-dry-evereve
i-said-kiss-me-again-a-sultry-smile-curved-her-lips-would-that-be-such-difficult-task-to-perform-christ-almighty-she-wanted-him-to-kiss-her-again-and-she-was-ordering-him-to-do-m
i-get-refill-number-three-four-wine-is-making-my-bones-loose-its-giving-my-hair-red-sheen-my-breasts-are-blooming-my-eyes-feel-sultry-wise-dress-is-water-aimee-bender
summer-reverie-the-suns-sultry-glow-make-me-swift-footed-to-explore-sea-let-me-weave-my-dreams-in-fair-days-summer-tara-estacaan
as-young-actor-i-played-lot-exotic-parts-was-stuck-with-tag-sultry-i-had-to-refuse-such-parts-if-i-were-ever-to-play-anything-else-it-did-trick-but-my-agent-feared-it-made-me-har
only-on-third-class-tourist-class-passengers-deck-was-it-sultry-overcast-morning-but-then-if-you-do-things-on-cheap-you-must-expect-these-things-spike-milligan
i-started-to-write-lot-ballads-that-were-sultry-had-norah-jonesforcountry-kind-feel-i-wanted-to-bring-elements-old-soul-music-old-country-music-laura-bell-bundy
but-clouds-bellied-out-in-sultry-heat-sky-cracked-open-with-crimson-gash-spewed-flame-ancient-forest-began-to-smoke-by-morning-there-was-mass-booming-fiery-tongues-hissing-crashi
merrill-hartweiss-scales-rocky-incline-toward-renna-the-noon-sun-bakes-hillside-as-merrills-boots-dig-into-broiling-sands-yet-another-gypsy-tune-enters-his-head-it-starts-off-slo
When a person dies, they cross over from the realm of freedom to the realm of slavery. Life is freedom, and dying is a gradual denial of freedom. Consciousness first weakens and then disappears. The life-processes - respiration, the metabolism, the circulation - continue for some time, but an irrevocable move has been made towards slavery; consciousness, the flame of freedom, has died out. The stars have disappeared from the night sky; the Milky Way has vanished; the sun has gone out; Venus, Mars and Jupiter have been extinguished; millions of leaves have died; the wind and the oceans have faded away; flowers have lost their colour and fragrance; bread has vanished; water has vanished; even the air itself, the sometimes cool, sometimes sultry air, has vanished. The universe inside a person has ceased to exist. This universe is astonishingly similar to the universe that exists outside people. It is astonishingly similar to the universes still reflected within the skulls of millions of living people. But still more astonishing is the fact that this universe had something in it that distinguished the sound of its ocean, the smell of its flowers, the rustle of its leaves, the hues of its granite and the sadness of its autumn fields both from those of every other universe that exists and ever has existed within people, and from those of the universe that exists eternally outside people. What constitutes the freedom, the soul of an individual life, is its uniqueness. The reflection of the universe in someone's consciousness is the foundation of his or her power, but life only becomes happiness, is only endowed with freedom and meaning when someone exists as a whole world that has never been repeated in all eternity. Only then can they experience the joy of freedom and kindness, finding in others what they have already found in themselves.

Vasily Grossman
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Woman's fear of the female Self, of the experience of the numinous archetypal Feminine, becomes comprehensible when we get a glimpse - or even only a hint - of the profound otherness of female selfhood as contrasted to male selfhood. Precisely that element which, in his fear of the Feminine, the male experiences as the hole, abyss, void, and nothingness turns into something positive for the woman without, however, losing these same characteristics. Here the archetypal Feminine is experienced not as illusion and as maya but rather as unfathomable reality and as life in which above and below, spiritual and physical, are not pitted against each other; reality as eternity is creative and, at the same time, is grounded in primeval nothingness. Hence as daughter the woman experiences herself as belonging to the female spiritual figure Sophia, the highest wisdom, while at the same time she is actualizing her connection with the musty, sultry, bloody depths of swamp-mother Earth. However, in this sort of Self-discovery woman necessarily comes to see herself as different from what presents itself to men -as, for example, spirit and father, but often also as the patriarchal godhead and his ethics. The basic phenomenon - that the human being is born of woman and reared by her during the crucial developmental phases - is expressed in woman as a sense of connectedness with all living things, a sense not yet sufficiently realized, and one that men, and especially the patriarchal male, absolutely lack to the extent women have it. To experience herself as so fundamentally different from the dominant patriarchal values understandably fills the woman with fear until she arrives at that point in her own development where, through experience and love that binds the opposites, she can clearly see the totality of humanity as a unity of masculine and feminine aspects of the Self.

Erich Neumann
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the-jealous-sun-the-sunlight-whispers-in-my-ear-his-breath-warm-sultry-tease-i-shrink-duck-beneath-tree-my-eyes-squint-to-scan-horizon-for-glimpse-wind-but-there-are-no-ashen-rib
The modern world, which denies personal guilt and admits only social crimes, which has no place for personal repentance but only public reforms, has divorced Christ from His Cross; the Bridegroom and Bride have been pulled apart. What God hath joined together, men have torn asunder. As a result, to the left is the Cross; to the right is Christ. Each has awaited new partners who will pick them up in a kind of second and adulterous union. Communism comes along and picks up the meaningless Cross; Western post-Christian civilization chooses the unscarred Christ. Communism has chosen the Cross in the sense that it has brought back to an egotistic world a sense of discipline, self-abnegation, surrender, hard work, study, and dedication to supra-individual goals. But the Cross without Christ is sacrifice without love. Hence, Communism has produced a society that is authoritarian, cruel, oppressive of human freedom, filled with concentration camps, firing squads, and brain-washings. The Western post-Christian civilization has picked up the Christ without His Cross. But a Christ without a sacrifice that reconciles the world to God is a cheap, feminized, colourless, itinerant preacher who deserves to be popular for His great Sermon on the Mount, but also merits unpopularity for what He said about His Divinity on the one hand, and divorce, judgment, and hell on the other. This sentimental Christ is patched together with a thousand commonplaces, sustained sometimes by academic etymologists who cannot see the Word for the letters, or distorted beyond personal recognition by a dogmatic principle that anything which is Divine must necessarily be a myth. Without His Cross, He becomes nothing more than a sultry precursor of democracy or a humanitarian who taught brotherhood without tears.

Fulton J. Sheen
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I immersed myself in my relationship with my husband, in little ways at first. Dutch would come home from his morning workout and I'd bring him coffee as he stepped out of the shower. He'd slip into a crisp white shirt and dark slacks and run a little goop through his hair, and I'd eye him in the mirror with desire and a sultry smile that he couldn't miss. He'd head to work and I'd put a love note in his bag-just a line about how proud I was of him. How beautiful he was. How happy I was as his wife. He'd come home and cook dinner and instead of camping out in front of the TV while he fussed in the kitchen, I'd keep him company at the kitchen table and we'd talk about our days, about our future, about whatever came to mind. After dinner, he'd clear the table and I'd do the dishes, making sure to compliment him on the meal. On those weekends when he'd head outside to mow the lawn, I'd bring him an ice-cold beer. And, in those times when Dutch was in the mood and maybe I wasn't, well, I got in the mood and we had fun. As the weeks passed and I kept discovering little ways to open myself up to him, the most amazing thing happened. I found myself falling madly, deeply, passionately, head-over-heels in love with my husband. I'd loved him as much as I thought I could love anybody before I'd married him, but in treating him like my own personal Superman, I discovered how much of a superhero he actually was. How giving he was. How generous. How kind, caring, and considerate. How passionate. How loving. How genuinely good. And whatever wounds had never fully healed from my childhood finally, at long last, formed scar tissue. It was like being able to take a full breath of air for the first time in my life. It was transformative. And it likely would save our marriage, because, at some point, all that withholding would've turned a loving man bitter. On some level I think I'd known that and yet I'd needed my sister to point it out to me and help me change. Sometimes it's good to have people in your life that know you better than you know yourself.

Victoria Laurie
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