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fantazzzmita · 1 year
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Quizás no somos de la suerte, pero algunas veces le salvamos la vida a alguien...
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gabosaurius · 2 years
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Trébol de 5 hojas.
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monumental-mario · 2 years
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☘☘☘☘☘☘
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rg111488 · 1 year
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🍀Feliz Dia De San Patricio🍀 🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀 #SanPatricio #Suerte #Oro #Trébol #Arcoiris #Verde #SanPatricio2023 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp5thoqvgXU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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nazarethconth · 1 year
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mire-tattoo-santako · 2 years
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Watercolor trébol!
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tengomilpalabrasparati · 10 months
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Descubre el verdadero tesoro de la vida: tú mismo, ese trébol de cuatro hojas que siempre ha estado ahí, esperando a ser encontrado. En un mundo lleno de distracciones y comparaciones, es fácil perder de vista nuestra propia magia interior. Pero te insto a que confíes en ti, en tus talentos, en tus sueños y en tu capacidad para brillar.
Cada hoja de ese trébol simboliza un aspecto de tu ser:
🍀 La primera representa tu valentía para enfrentar los desafíos
🍀 La segunda tu amor incondicional hacia ti mismo
🍀 La tercera tu sabiduría interior y la cuarta, la más especial, es tu potencial ilimitado para crear un impacto positivo en el mundo.
La confianza en nuestra magia nos libera de las dudas y nos impulsa a tomar vuelo. En lugar de buscar la suerte fuera de nosotros, debemos entender que la verdadera fortuna está arraigada en nuestras propias habilidades, en nuestra capacidad de perseverar y en la creencia inquebrantable en nuestra propia grandeza.
Así que hoy te animo a que abraces tu auténtico poder, a que cultives tu jardín interior y a que dejes que tus sueños florezcan. Libera tu creatividad, persigue tus pasiones y nunca subestimes el impacto que puedes tener en el mundo. Confía en ti mismo y observa cómo la magia comienza a desplegarse en cada paso que das.
Recuerda, la magia no se trata solo de pociones y conjuros, sino de creer en ti mismo cuando nadie más lo hace. ¡Deja que tu luz brille y el mundo será testigo de la maravillosa esencia que eres!
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thesconesyard · 8 months
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Yeehaw! Woo, literally just finished writing this one. Yea, I am proud of the way the dumb joke at the end managed to work 😁😁
When the Cactus Blooms
26. A Horse with No Name
“Who’s this lad?” Scotty asked.
Chekov and Jaylah had come into the stables. A horse followed calmly behind them.
“Don’t know,” Chekov answered. “It was standing outside the fence.” He pointed towards the back of the stables and the pasture beyond.
“Hmm,” Scotty hummed. “Must have broken loose from somewhere during the storm last night. Seems tame enough. Any marks?”
“None,” Jaylah said. Jim had been teaching her the neighboring and common brands.
“It’s quite a handsome beast,” Scotty said. “Just followed you? Didn’t have to hand guide it?”
“No. She’s very tame,” Chekov agreed.
“Well, you get her some food and I’ll go see if Spock recognizes her. He’s got a good memory for that sort of thing. If he’s seen her in town he’ll know.”
Spock did not recognize the horse.
“What shall we do?” Spock asked Jim. Jim had come to see the horse as well when Scotty had gone looking for Spock.
“Keep her here for now,” Jim said. “She acts like she’s come from a good home. Someone will have to come along, missing her eventually.”
The horse spent a week in the pasture and stables with their own animals.
“Don’t forget to ask about the horse,” Jim called as Scotty and McCoy rode away.
“Yeah, yeah,” McCoy waved a dismissive hand over his shoulder and Scotty held back a laugh.
“Be nice love,” Scotty told him and bumped closer to him on the wagon seat.
They were headed to town. Christine and Uhura had made them a list and so had Jim. Scotty didn’t like going to town too often, he preferred to stay and work on the ranch, but the opportunity to spend time with McCoy away from everyone for a while sounded too good to pass up.
McCoy let the horses set a steady pace and turned to snatch a quick kiss.
“Len!” Scotty laughed.
“Had to get it out,” McCoy smiled. “Probably don’t want me doing that in town.”
“Might get looked at, true,” Scotty agreed with a smile.
“My, my! Look who just walked through my door!” A girlish voice called to him and Scotty grinned.
“Hello Gaila!”
“Montgomery Scott! I haven’t seen you for ages!” The saloon owner came forward to give him a hug. “How are you? What brings you to town?” Gaila took his arm and led him to a table.
“Supplies,” Scotty answered. “The ladies made a list.”
“And how are they? And everyone else?”
Scotty sat and chatted. He and McCoy had already loaded the wagon, and the doctor had gone to visit and collect a few things from Dr. M’Benga. Scotty had taken the task of checking around for the mysterious horse’s owner.
“Say Gaila,” Scotty began after they had caught up on the doings at the ranch, “had anyone been in who’s missing a horse?”
“Oh. Hmm, let me think,” Gaila looked up towards the ceiling and was quiet. “No. Can’t think of anyone. You’ve got one?”
“Aye. Quite a nice one. Lovely chestnut color, some white around the back and legs.”
“Well, if I hear anything I’ll send’em your way. Is that Dr. McCoy?”
Scotty looked up to see McCoy enter. He lifted a hand and waved.
“Hello Ms. Gaila,” McCoy said as he took the seat next to Scotty. “Any luck?” he asked.
“No one is missing a horse,” Scotty told Jim as they unloaded the wagon. “Gaila said if she hears anything she’ll let us know or send them our way.”
“Well I suppose it’s no bad thing to keep such a pleasant animal around,” Jim shrugged.
“Did you find Trébol’s owner?” Chekov came around the corner of the stable. Jim handed him down a sack, and Chekov grunted at the weight.
“Who’s Tribble?” McCoy asked.
“Trébol,” Chekov repeated. “The horse.”
“What kind of name is Tribble?” McCoy asked, making a confused face at Chekov.
“You named her?” Jim asked.
Chekov blushed.
“It didn’t seem right to just keep calling her ‘the horse.’ So, Trébol.”
“Tribble?” McCoy said again, skeptically.
“Trébol,” Chekov said.
“I said that, Tribble,” McCoy stated.
“Not Tribble, Trébol. Because her one large marking looks like a clover.”
“What does a clover have to do with this?” McCoy asked, stopping what he was doing to look at Chekov. The young man’s face had gone red again.
“In Spanish! Trébol is clover! Her marking is clover shaped.” Chekov stared at the doctor, his look nearly exasperated.
“Oh,” McCoy said. “Trébol. Yeah, guess that’s fitting.” He grabbed a bolt of cloth Uhura had asked for, and began to walk for the house. “Tribble,” he muttered under his breath as he walked. He gave his head a shake.
Scotty and Jim gave each other a look before shaking their own heads and getting back to work.
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piloncillos · 2 months
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Siempre Lo Mismo, Malacates Trébol Shop.
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full-thro4 · 7 months
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VBS CRECIÓ TANTO AHRGRH
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jujuygrafico · 1 year
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Regulación en Jujuy para las reservas naturales privadas
#MedioAmbiente #GobiernoProvincial #Turismo | Regulación en #Jujuy para las #reservasnaturalesprivadas
La ministra de Ambiente y Cambio Climático de Jujuy, María Inés Zigarán, encabezó una reunión que convocó a titulares de reservas naturales privadas con altos valores de biodiversidad. Estas iniciativas responden al compromiso de particulares con la conservación y su decisión de implementar soluciones basadas en la naturaleza.La Ministra valoró “el gran trabajo que realizan los titulares de…
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profesor-javaloyes · 2 years
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Trébol de cuatro hojas.
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rami76 · 9 months
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sigalrm · 11 months
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Pink clover by Pascal Volk
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comparativeoracle · 1 year
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The Clover / El Trébol. Art by Angelica Castro, from The Ofrenda Oracle Deck.
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