He seemed calm, even relaxed, going for a stroll with his family in a neighborhood warped by disaster.
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On Sunday, the pair were seen going for a stroll in New York City along with Lawrence's dog, Pippa.
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A spot of gardening After a while, we suggest going for a stroll with the president in the Blue House gardens.
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You can go for a walk if you dare, but you'll risk seeing someone you know or accidentally interacting with something that'll stimulate you (like a cute tiny dog going for a stroll).
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If you want to catch a glimpse of the future—as in, blockbuster Hollywood sci-fi future—try going for a stroll down a picturesque stretch of waterfront in sleepy Albany, Oregon, population: 53,000 souls.
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Wearing jeans and a green jacket that concealed her baby bump — the couple are expecting twins this summer — the human rights lawyer, 39 and her husband were photographed going for a stroll near their home west of London on Friday.
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The analogy suggests that stress at work may be performance-enhancing, but should be followed by rest, whether that means not checking e-mails on weekends, taking more holiday or going for a stroll in the middle of the day.
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Make time for self care; the moon urges you to connect with friends who are good listeners, and to do some activities that help put your busy mind at ease, whether that's going for a stroll or doing breathing exercises.
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Instead of going for a stroll in your local 200-square-foot park to take a breather, now you can check out Canada's most remote and northern park—it's less than 800 kilometres away from the North Pole—through Google Street View.
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They are brought here through a special visa program, which has them working for two and a half year stretches, leading the sheep to graze through forests and plains, on unmarked paths that they know as if they were just going for a stroll around the block.
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Out of ammunition, Carl Brown left the store, got back on his bicycle and started cycling away, apparently towards Hialeah Junior High School. According to a witness, Brown "looked very passive and very nonchalant" and "wasn't trying to escape, just casually leaving the crime scene." Another witness put it this way: "He got on his bike and pedaled off as if he was going for a stroll on North River Drive." When Mark Kram, an employee at a nearby metal shop, was told of the massacre, he grabbed a .
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The poem begins with the male narrator going for a stroll and finding his way to a locus amoenus—or a pleasant spot—where he sees a strange thing: a fenced-off garden, with a rose bush from which the rosewater is being extracted. Every morning, while it is still dark, a young virgin—a jungfrauwe (a lady-in-waiting, in this context)—showers in the rose water that has collected. The narrator eavesdrops on the woman's argument with her cunt as to which of them provides as much pleasure to men; their conversation is both witty, sharp and free-flowing. With "narratorial licence ... pushed to its limit", the poem features an anthropomorphised vagina which has been separated from a woman, and the audience is told how "von ainer wurz fugt sich das,/Das die Fut zu ir frauen sprach" ("As a result of a herb the cunt was able to speak to her lady").
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