Building and perfecting the outside before the inside. This could also mean creating the strong core in which something will be. In my case, I need to make myself more secure and stronger, before I can allow more to come into my life. Without knowing my own strengths, boundaries and limitations, I can’t possibly know what I want to allow into my life.
There was no doubt about it. The painting had been stolen.
An empty frame sat hanging desolate on the white-washed wall of the museum, the curator staring dumbfounded at it. It seemed to mock him, swinging like a flower on a breeze, except it had a certain air of contempt about it still, even when the painting had been stolen and
was that the painting on the ground? The curator stooped. It seemed to be the same; it had just been removed from its frame and
now that he thought about it, there was something odd about the paint. Experimentally, he touched it.
His fingers came away scarlet and stinking of copper.
A woven framework is always stronger. It’s not some arbitrary structure that is just to be.
This is a structure of patterenized recognition. It performs through memory brought forth.
A framework has meaning, and there is something deeper.
Walking into the empty, sunlight room everything seemed to be damaged. The walls had holes punched into them, the framework around the door looked as if someone was trying to bust in. Fortunately, they hadn’t successed. The dust coated the floors which later ended up on my shoes but there were other things to worry about besides the condition of my shoes.
Beginning around the foundation he laid each piece with precarious conviction, as if building a tower to heaven. By constructing this framework, the stars seemed within reach and he could actually be taller. He could feel his spirit grow with each layer.
An organized route to follow. The skeletal bones of an idea or project. The structure which holds us together, our ideas together, our institutions together. The guiding principals and structure behind our thoughts. Context. Sturdy, strong, Guide posts.
it was a framework
everyone trapped inside
no possible way out; believe me I’ve tried for 400 years
it’s all white
a surreal fog
with all of your enemies
and they have no mercy
The framework was yellow and ugly like a mother jesus. The framework was done with a frame and with a working person. You could tell who did the work on the frame because it looked really bad. It was so ugly, that the monkeys couldn’t even look at it.
Building and perfecting the outside before the inside. This could also mean creating the strong core in which something will be. In my case, I need to make myself more secure and stronger, before I can allow more to come into my life. Without knowing my own strengths, boundaries and limitations, I can’t possibly know what I want to allow into my life.
There was no doubt about it. The painting had been stolen.
An empty frame sat hanging desolate on the white-washed wall of the museum, the curator staring dumbfounded at it. It seemed to mock him, swinging like a flower on a breeze, except it had a certain air of contempt about it still, even when the painting had been stolen and
was that the painting on the ground? The curator stooped. It seemed to be the same; it had just been removed from its frame and
now that he thought about it, there was something odd about the paint. Experimentally, he touched it.
His fingers came away scarlet and stinking of copper.
A woven framework is always stronger. It’s not some arbitrary structure that is just to be.
This is a structure of patterenized recognition. It performs through memory brought forth.
A framework has meaning, and there is something deeper.
The structure of a home. The support of family. The basis for great ideas. The blueprint that outlines our minds.
Walking into the empty, sunlight room everything seemed to be damaged. The walls had holes punched into them, the framework around the door looked as if someone was trying to bust in. Fortunately, they hadn’t successed. The dust coated the floors which later ended up on my shoes but there were other things to worry about besides the condition of my shoes.
Beginning around the foundation he laid each piece with precarious conviction, as if building a tower to heaven. By constructing this framework, the stars seemed within reach and he could actually be taller. He could feel his spirit grow with each layer.
An organized route to follow. The skeletal bones of an idea or project. The structure which holds us together, our ideas together, our institutions together. The guiding principals and structure behind our thoughts. Context. Sturdy, strong, Guide posts.
it was a framework
everyone trapped inside
no possible way out; believe me I’ve tried for 400 years
it’s all white
a surreal fog
with all of your enemies
and they have no mercy
come on, think out of the box.
The framework of the school building was finally finished after working on it for 13 years.
Speed, technology future better complicated pc mac game and electroics think with screen the have good or bad quality
the framework of the house was very complicated.
The framework was yellow and ugly like a mother jesus. The framework was done with a frame and with a working person. You could tell who did the work on the frame because it looked really bad. It was so ugly, that the monkeys couldn’t even look at it.
Framework is like an outer container of an object. A bed for example, has a wooden frame and that is the framework for that object.
Framework? Who in the world named a word, framework? It sounds like a person who works on a frame… I think that’s what it is. I don’t know.