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In America (where I am), our Founders didn’t even originally wish to put in a Bill of Rights. Because they feared the concept of the negative pregnant. They believed, that anything not afforded to government or the states was a natural right, and these rights were innumerable due to how many natural rights there are..

Another agony that I would feel in my head was after a bout of flu. My latest experience was during the past few weeks after recovery from flu. It was only since last few days that I was back to my normal self again, healthwise, or more precisely “headwise”! It was no fun having this feeling that I was going to faint anytime, and the feeling of discomfort around my head.

But do avoid high fat foods. Incorporate protein in your daily routine. While you are running around getting all the last minute details finished remember to reach for a yogurt, some cottage cheese or make yourself a protein shake. It also has a calming effect that works as a sleep aid. Supposed to facilitate labor by relaxing the uterus, rosemary is also used to alleviate menstrual cramps and morning sickness. Other benefits of raspberry leaf include treatment of gingivitis, diarrhea, canker sores and leg cramps.

If you have 4 poems to compare better to focus on A and give brief ideas about C this essay I shall compare Wilfred Owen’s Futility, a short poem of two stanzas written during the First World War, with that of Louse Hunting by Isaac Rosenberg. This second choice, in contrast, is a longer poem, again with two stanzas, but is in free verse unlike Owen’s which has hints of rhyme and half rhyme. Both men were killed in action during the war and their poems give differing accounts of the horror and reality of war, the major theme.

It is their inborn quality. Such are the blessed mortals. But the majority of humans are not happy with their lives. On the grounds of the Buena Vista Winery, the historic stone structures and Tokaj style cellars founded by the tirelessly entrepreneurial Hungarian immigrant and so called Count Agoston Haraszthy in 1857, thus laying claim to the title “first commercial winery in California” (generally exclusive of the weak spirit squeezed from pig skins by brothers of the Franciscan order, merely as a sacramental sup, firstly, and surely a thirst slaker for the “savages” whose sunny paradise they were busily engaged in remaking to their preference), there exists a curious installation that one might at first glance call a fountain, constructed at the behest of the property’s current owner and dedicated restorer, Jean Charles Boisset, a Frenchman of no less international renown and entrepreneurial vigor (though perhaps a mite more sensitivity to the unseen flow of energies) than his unfortunate predecessor, the count, who disappeared into swirling waters teaming with crocodiles in Nicaragua in 1869 after having his stake in the winery he founded wrested from him after only a short run, in the grand scheme of things; to wit, upon standing in this particular spot, at the end of a promenade now handsomely paved in Belgian stone, the Boisset proponent of that agricultural system informed by cosmic forces, biodynamics feeling a “knot” in the flow of energy there, a restoration problem that no extra joist, no stonework, nothing would help to fix but a custom built vortex, a “two way rhythmical movement of water,” having quite the opposite action of a sabered Champagne bottle’s exuberant outward flow, rather more like that of wine poured down the bunghole of a barrel that is never never be and which, although we know the suggestion of one of the several character actors hired to impersonate the count that these swiftly devoured dark waters exit somewhere in Arizona to be merely off the cuff, just might, for some, have a deeper resonance than what may seem, to most, like a funny little fountain at a boozy little tourist attraction, because if it isn’t bad feng shui the money corner it’s a reminder of the unseen gyre that surrounds and pulls all of our lives into destination unknown, a punctuating chasm at the tail end of a history that ends where it begins, like the insatiable demand of a hungry ghost. 18000 Old Winery Road, Sonoma. Vanishing Act.

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