This superstition can also be traced back to one more origin. This one is not really that much hate-filled, but it is much scarier to the believers. It is said that cracks in the pavement are links to the underworld and by stepping on one such crack you are inviting a demon to ruin your life, and this demon will haunt you and your family.
Taboos: Cracks [full version]
While one origin of this superstition is based on the presence of mythological demons living underneath the ground, the other one is a testament to the fact that our demons come from within. Whatever be the origin you follow, this is one dark superstition and even discussing it is equivalent to inviting suffering upon ourselves. It is much simpler to just avoid stepping on cracks so that we can avoid listening to anyone rhyming this line to us.
Try not to wear jade with other hard-colored gems together as much as possible. It is easy to collide with other hard-colored gems at the same time. It is easy to form small cracks inside the jade that are hard to see with the naked eye. If there are cracks on the jade birthstone necklaces, do not continue wearing it because you are reluctant. Cracks may be caused by your accidental collision, or they may be caused by disaster prevention.
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Eighteen year old Rick, who had graduated from high school two months earlier, glanced up at Maggie, his attractive fifty two year old grandmother. She was dressed in her frilly bathrobe that covered her from neck to ankles, and fuzzy slippers covered her feet. As he looked at her he wondered what the womanly curves that he knew were hidden beneath the robe would look like without the protective covering of her bathrobe. He tried to visualize the size and shape of the large, soft breasts that had felt press against him inadvertently numerous times in the past while she was fully clothed and began to feel an unexpected tingling sensation between his legs and a noticed the growing bulge in his khaki shorts.
Rick was painfully shy, particularly around girls his own age. Five feet ten inches tall, slim (160 pounds), he was a bit of a nerd. The focus of his life during his teenage years was his beloved Phillies. If he wasn't watching or listening to baseball he was playing the game. Not very athletic, but a hard worker, he was a light hitting first baseman on his high school team, which kept him in good physical shape.
A few years earlier, Rick had discovered his father's secret stashes of Playboy and nudist magazines, along with most of the prominent erotic novels of the era. Ever since that discovery whenever he had an opportunity he had carefully studied the photos of the sexy unclad women of all ages and body types that he found in the magazines, teaching him what he would find beneath the bathrobe.
His snooping didn't limit itself to discovering his father's secrets. When he had the opportunity to explore his grandparents' bedroom he had also secretly had checked out the contents of his grandmother's closet and dresser, finding stacks of satin panties, soft lacy brassieres (size 36C, according to the tags), feminine nightgowns, sleek stockings and silky slips carefully arranged in the drawers. During his furtive examinations of the drawers and their contents he had become thoroughly familiar with the look and feel of the lingerie and the scents of the sweet fragrances which permeated them.
Rick heard a sigh as she lowered her body into the hot water and turned off the faucet. Soon he heard the sounds of her soaping up and rinsing off her body, but was frustrated by his inability to see the activities that he was listening to. He decided to end his peeping under the door temporarily, and was determined to figure out a way to obtain a better view into the bathroom. Carefully moving his head away from the door he pulled himself back to his feet and tiptoed back to his room.
Rick decided to probe the crack on the inside with the sharp tip of the Exacto knife that he used for his hobby. A small sliver of enamel fell away. Returning to the outside of the door, Rick lowered his eye to the crack and squinted. He actually was able to see inside the room, but not clearly. He carefully pressed the pointy tip of the tool into the gap between the panels and worked it gently to expand the space between the two panels so that he could see better.
Rick gazed upon his grandmother's full breasts with wonder as he viewed them for the first time, studying their features methodically. His eye was drawn first to the size and shape of the twin milky white softball sized mounds positioned side by side high on her chest. As Maggie bent over to test the temperature of the water in the tub he observed how they swayed hypnotically with each movement of her body. He took careful note of the pinkish silver dollar size rings of her areolae that were visible at the tip of each breast and the matching puckered pink nipples poking out from their centers.
Next he took note of the graceful lines of Maggie's mature womanly figure, seeing how her sleek shoulders tapered into a trim waistline, then flowed gracefully into the fullness of the hips that had borne three children, including his mother. Rick observed how Maggie's soft flat tummy curved inward to a point between her shapely legs, and the line of the fleshy valley partially hidden by a thin patch of curly light brown pubic hair flecked with grey.
Next, Maggie lowered herself to the thick white bathroom rug next to the tub, feet toward the door. Rick realized that the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor would provide a much better view of his grandmother as she reclined on the floor so he carefully dropped to his belly in the hallway and positioned his eye close to the open space, and discovered that the soles of his grandmother's dainty feet were only inches from the door.
As a result of this fight over territory in the early period of the Republic a general understanding of history in modern Turkey emerged, which can be formulated in the following way: We, the Turks, who see ourselves as the legitimate successors of the Ottoman Empire defended our sole remaining territory against the Armenians, Greeks, and to a lesser extent the Kurds, who were trying to carve up Anatolia into nation-states, with the support of the British, French, and Italians. The 1920 Treaty of Sèvres resolved the question of territory in favor of the non-Turkish nationalities. For the Turks, therefore, Sèvres remains a black mark in history. For the other ethnic-religious groups, however, the significance of Sèvres is quite different. Although it did not fully reflect their demands for territory, the treaty represented an unprecedented historical opportunity to resolve the territorial issue in their favor. Conversely, the 1923 Treaty of Lausanne, which guaranteed Turkish dominance in Anatolia for the Turks, stands as a milestone and validation of their continued national existence. Meanwhile, the other nationalities regard it as a great historical injustice. 2ff7e9595c
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