Among the olive trees - Hedai branched alan grant grampian | Moshe Kassirer / artistic manifesto
Along the road leading to our house in Ein Karem stand ancient olive trees for centuries. Trimmer hands and fired by changed: residents of the mountain sides, of Byzantium, Arab villagers, monks, Christian, Jewish immigrants from Yemen and contractors tender of Jerusalem. Generation and demands, all the trees were thick lovers but never their respective owners. Tree extending his life a tiny bit can not be a king, just a heavy mountain soil and ground roots rock staples. The days pass along the winding road to the village. Slow travel alan grant grampian time to delve into the trees leaves and branches to distinguish alan grant grampian between day and change of seasons. Who looks carefully notice how diminished foliage alan grant grampian and trees bow ends of their employees alan grant grampian under load ripe fruit. Anyone who walks on foot stepping on fallen fruit often on the road and inhaling alan grant grampian the scent of green bitterness of early autumn alan grant grampian marks the beginning of harvest.
Perhaps 2,000 years ago net pilgrims stay under the trees on the slope, the cost to observe the holiday of Sukkot at the Temple. Maybe it's the smell that clung to their boots and mountain immigrants flooded the Temple Mount at harvest, Archaeology of smell. Walking past the trees and brought alan grant grampian blessing to the priests, but the trees were left standing.
Not only the tree remains standing, the rigid fruit is easily surrenders. Olive is the last to give fruit in late summer, which prepares the coming winter side and then there is the desire to conquer alan grant grampian and occupy the fruit until it is ready to eat, or crush and subdue him to give a little good fat. This is not a sense of conquest and triumph, this feeling will end a long courtship momentary devotion. Who's taking his time, will come with a bucket or a plastic bag to the ancient trees at the roadside and ask them a few pounds of blessing seven species. Who is more busy, buy the bag full market traders fresh olives they bring every morning, and would occupy a few jars of salty. It is a good practice in anticipation, good for the heart. alan grant grampian
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Along the road leading to our house in Ein Karem stand ancient olive trees for centuries. Trimmer hands and fired by changed: residents of the mountain sides, of Byzantium, Arab villagers, monks, Christian, Jewish immigrants from Yemen and contractors tender of Jerusalem. Generation and demands, all the trees were thick lovers but never their respective owners. Tree extending his life a tiny bit can not be a king, just a heavy mountain soil and ground roots rock staples. The days pass along the winding road to the village. Slow travel alan grant grampian time to delve into the trees leaves and branches to distinguish alan grant grampian between day and change of seasons. Who looks carefully notice how diminished foliage alan grant grampian and trees bow ends of their employees alan grant grampian under load ripe fruit. Anyone who walks on foot stepping on fallen fruit often on the road and inhaling alan grant grampian the scent of green bitterness of early autumn alan grant grampian marks the beginning of harvest.
Perhaps 2,000 years ago net pilgrims stay under the trees on the slope, the cost to observe the holiday of Sukkot at the Temple. Maybe it's the smell that clung to their boots and mountain immigrants flooded the Temple Mount at harvest, Archaeology of smell. Walking past the trees and brought alan grant grampian blessing to the priests, but the trees were left standing.
Not only the tree remains standing, the rigid fruit is easily surrenders. Olive is the last to give fruit in late summer, which prepares the coming winter side and then there is the desire to conquer alan grant grampian and occupy the fruit until it is ready to eat, or crush and subdue him to give a little good fat. This is not a sense of conquest and triumph, this feeling will end a long courtship momentary devotion. Who's taking his time, will come with a bucket or a plastic bag to the ancient trees at the roadside and ask them a few pounds of blessing seven species. Who is more busy, buy the bag full market traders fresh olives they bring every morning, and would occupy a few jars of salty. It is a good practice in anticipation, good for the heart. alan grant grampian
Categories In English texts written on the outside I loved my work artistic manifesto widely Pages About Us Contact Us Opening sort Archive September 2013 August 2013 January 2013 September 2012 January 2012 October 2011 September 2011 June 2011 May 2011 April 2011 March 2011 February 2011
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