This is a small website company that is operated to help small businesses, self employed and non profits to help their internet presence.
You may contact me or use the resources on this page to find information about company’s and communities that are small and self employed.
My web host for the last 10 years has been Bluehost.
My clients are few now but have been around for awhile.
Baron Capital Management is a full service pension fund quality Registered Investment Advisor seeking long-term relationships with serious investors.
We can accommodate 2-30 guests. We would love to assist you in hosting your special event here at The Sweetest Things Tea Room, such as birthday parties, meetings, and bridal showers, the skies the limit!
Our food is made from scratch using the finest of ingredients. We have daily specials and several different types of teas are available, as well as our signature iced citrus tea.
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St. Mark P.B. Church’s mission statement is to proclaim the word of God in a resourceful and practical way. It is to bring the lost to Christ and believers to maturity through offering the presence, the person, and the power of Christ. Through the God given determination and desire of Jesus Christ in the revelation knowledge of God’s word, we will bring restoration to all who are poor, bound, blinded, bruised, and violated by Satan’s presences. Our mission is to bring the body of Christ to the unity of the faith, the Knowledge of God unto the perfect man, and unto the measure of the stature of the fullness of Christ.
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Edgar Allan Poe
Dim vales- and shadowy floods- And cloudy-looking woods, Whose forms we can't discover For the tears that drip all over! Huge moons there wax and wane- Again- again- again- Every moment of the night- Forever changing places- And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces. About twelve by the moon-dial, One more filmy than the rest (A kind which, upon trial, They have found to be the best) Comes down- still down- and down, With its centre on the crown Of a mountain's eminence, While its wide circumference In easy drapery falls Over hamlets, over halls, Wherever they may be- O'er the strange woods- o'er the sea- Over spirits on the wing- Over every drowsy thing- And buries them up quite In a labyrinth of light- And then, how deep!- O, deep! Is the passion of their sleep. In the morning they arise, And their moony covering Is soaring in the skies, With the tempests as they toss, Like- almost anything- Or a yellow Albatross. They use that moon no more For the same end as before- Videlicet, a tent- Which I think extravagant: Its atomies, however, Into a shower dissever, Of which those butterflies Of Earth, who seek the skies, And so come down again, (Never-contented things!) Have brought a specimen Upon their quivering wings.