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Model Furniture Clearing House – White Sage (Ceremonial) 6" Bundle. – {Rosexwalking}

Model Furniture Clearing House

    clearing house

  • Clearing House is an obscure working group in the European Union established after the September 11, 2001 attacks. It is comprised of national security services under the Common Foreign and Security Policy who meet regularly in Brussels on counter-terrorism matters.
  • A clearing house is a financial institution that provides clearing and settlement services for financial and commodities derivatives and securities transactions.
  • a central collection place where banks exchange checks or drafts; participants maintain an account against which credits or debits are posted
  • A central point where clearing banks exchange checks etc and settle accounts

  • a hypothetical description of a complex entity or process; "the computer program was based on a model of the circulatory and respiratory systems"
  • a person who poses for a photographer or painter or sculptor; "the president didn't have time to be a model so the artist worked from photos"
  • plan or create according to a model or models
  • a type of product; "his car was an old model"

model furniture clearing house – White Sage

White Sage (Ceremonial) 6" Bundle.
White Sage (Ceremonial) 6" Bundle.
This is a 6.0″ High White Sage (Ceremonial) Bunble. It is an excellent size for travel, medium size you can carry it anywhere. When you finish smudging just put it off and save for the next time. Use for Aura Cleansing or for enviromental smudging. Excellent to have on hands.

81% (>15)


New model Amaya for VS2, Catie managed to delete my entering post and I have only just had time to do this.

Name: “Amaya Hakiro”
Age: “Looks 20 really 254”
Birthday: “19th May 1753”
Origination: “Narita, Japan”

Hair colour: “Chocolate brown”
Eye colour: “Amber”
Skin colour: “Pearl”
Personality: “I’m self confident, sultry *giggles*, lively, dynamic, vivacious, short tempered and arrogant at times *sighs*”

Interests: “I LOVE books (I will read anything so long as it has a good plot), going to parties (Preferably in fancy dress), lavish decor (I ADORE furniture, and I have as much of it as I can fit in my houses!), art (I love going to galleries), manga (Drawing and reading it, but I’m terrible at drawing!), learning languages and culture.”

Description/background: “My mother worked in the rice paddies of Narita in the early 18th century, she met my father, and British businessman and they fell in love. Because my father was from far away my grandmother disapproved of the idea that they got married so they didn’t for her sake. My grandmother did all they could to stop them from seeing each other but they managed to see each other frequently in secret.

My father set up a business in Japan so he could be close to my mother, Misaki. Sadly my grandmother told an important politician in the town who tried to get my father deported, this happened when I was 17.

Misaki tried to escape with my father too, leaving me to live with my aunts and my grandmother. My mother probably didn’t think about this when she left, because it made vast amounts of difficulty for me with police questioning me for months. Unfortunately my mother was discovered and killed on the way to England. My father continued on to England and never returned to see me. I think the reason could have been because Misaki and I were so alike it would have pained him to see me when she was dead, or that’s what I hope. Then it means that he still loved me.

In Japan I didn’t find out about my mothers death until I was 19 years of age and this upset me greatly. And it was this that is probably the reason I am what I am today. For I spent months on end sitting in my grandmothers house doing nothing so devastated it even aggrieved me to move. After some time my aunts suggested that I took a walk around the town to clear my head, they said I needed some fresh air since I had spent such a long time doing nothing. I finally agreed and wandered around the town, and my aunts were right, I felt much better.

I decided to visit the Narita-san (Narita Mountain) Temple that was at one of the town and remember my mother properly. The temple was deserted when I went, because it was about 2 in the morning. I kneeled on the floor and heard a rustling behind me. I turned to see a man, who I would have guessed to be European because he reminded me of my father. I nodded at him and turned back to my prayer. I then felt him kneel next to me and put his hands on my shoulders, startled I turned to look at him again. I remember the only thing he said to me before he did what he did was ‘I’m sorry for you’re loss’. And this still confuses me to this day, which loss did he mean? My family or my life? Well it doesn’t matter now, that was such a long time ago anyway. I remember trying to shout by he suppressed my voice instantly.

I then woke up more alive then I had ever felt in my entire life, further away from my home then I had ever been. I asked my companion what he had done and where I was, at the first question I remember he laughed and told me with a distinctly English accent that I had been revived. Then that I was on my way to England, in search of my father. On the boat he told me my new role in the world, and he continued the English that my father had gradually been teaching me.

By the time we got to England I could speak English better then some people originally from the country and with a new approach towards life. Since then I have lived in many countries, European and otherwise, and learn from each of the countries. I now speak many different languages and have many different qualifications from each era.”

How long have you been modeling?: “Modeling has only recently become a pastime of mine. But I now enjoy flaunting my unnatural beauty to all others in the hope of being admired and envied. But I’ve only been at it a couple of years.”

A group of friends and I went to visit Matt’s new home a few weeks ago. It’s in Sacramento and a few miles away from where I actually live. When I had heard the news, I was surprised. In October, Matt had talked to me about it. But I had forgotten about it. I don’t think most people my age would have buying a brand new home on their mind. Me and you are here talking about buying new shoes, but Matt is buying a new house, Jimmy said. I felt a bit empty after weighting the proportions of those thoughts.

Since his home was still being built, Matt led us into the model of his home first. It was a spacious single story home. When you open the front door, there’s a clear view all the way into the backyard. Matt and I were the first go in since we arrive earlier than everyone else. He walked straight to the refrigerator and grabbed a water bottle from the rack. He was at home. We talked about things like interest rates, mortgage plans and things like that. I asked him if had plans for the backyard yet and he told me no. The backyard would be the last thing. We talk about furniture. The house is going to feel very empty in the beginning, he said.

We were in awe of everything: the design and layout of the fake furniture, the paint on the walls, the large marble counter in the kitchen, the themed bedrooms, and comfort of it all. Everyone was feeling slightly envious. We walked over the other model homes next door. There were 3 of them, mostly large two story homes with fancy staircases and interiors. There was even one home that had a small hidden room, large enough for small children to sleep in, inside the guest closet. Another family who were also walking through the home, called it a "time-out box". As big and grand as they were, these homes did not impress us as much as the first one. We nit-picked and point out all the faults, from the wooden beams in the ceiling to the hotel lobby feeling of the living rooms.

After we were done with the model rooms, we walked down the street and around the corner. Here, you could see the new homes being built. Matt’s house was halfway down the block. The frame and walls had been built up though there was the driveway and interior of the house still waiting to be finished. Matt would close by the end of February. If things go according to he and Tina would be able to move in sometime around then too. The unfinished house felt much different than the model. Though they had the same floor plan and size, the unfinished home felt much smaller, the ceiling much lower. There were holes all along the walls for where the various outlets would be placed. When we walked by outside, we noticed that some families had already moved in. There cars on the driveway and lawn decorations up. It reminded me of when my neighborhood when my mom and dad had bought our house.

I asked Jimmy if he wanted a new house too. Thirty years is a long time and a big commitment, he said. Yeah it is, I said. We walked back down to where our cars were parked in front of the main office of the lot and meet up for lunch at one of the new suburban restaurants.

At the beginning of the day, I had wanted to be where Matt was. It wasn’t so much the house itself; it was the thought of just being able to buy a house. I felt so far away as I pulled away from the sidewalk.

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The Clearing House: Facts Covering the Origin, Developments, Functions, and Operations
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