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ConnectionYou rang? he said, as she picked up.Connection
She cried her heart out on the balcony that night. He was there to hear her. She felt not so alone. She felt not so desperately silent. She reached someone, someone picked up the phone.
But now what? They both wondered, on the two ends, at the same time as they talked, and kept talking. It seemed important to stay connected.
Ill come to you, he said. I will figure it out and come to you.
She didnt know what to say. She knew she needed it, but could she, dare she ask for it? She hesita


That PlaceYou showed me skipping stones By that restless shore, Scented plants ablooming, On the corpse of a volcano Where we stood overlooking That alien familiar plain. . Blue sky, evening stars. Chinese lady said something nice. Somewhere we passed Creek, river. We spoke: Blue sky, evening stars. . Roads, long and winding a breeze Asked me for a chance to begin- A new chase, a new dance. After much thought,That Place
I decline. . Not dressed for the occasion all a lie. I am dancing on that distant shore somewhere, se


Frozen moments"Some moments in life are snapfrozen. Like prawns of the deep sea. Except for me, these moments keep forever." Spoke the teller.Frozen moments
"Forever is an awfully long time." Spoke the perceiver.
A smile passed. Tinged with sadness, love, and touched by a beautiful memory. There was almost a tear, but it remained in those beautiful eyes. Beautiful eyes that sparkled with such a vision, oh. You would spend forever just imagining, wondering what it was.
And a deep breath was drawn, and those beautiful eyes shut gently with a smile just as tender.
"Yes." The broken words came after the tide. "
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"Our little life is rounded with a sleep....
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"Our little life is rounded with a sleep....
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"I have only three things to teach: simplicity, patience, and compassion. These three are your greatest treasures." - Lao Tzu
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Won’t you come into my garden? I would like my roses to see you.
– Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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do your part. love your mother.
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~.~I wonder ~.
*~*~*~*~**~*~If you wounder~*~*~*~*~*
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If there is possibly one thing more important than love,
more complex than love, and more simple than love...
It would be art.
my gallery
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Won’t you come into my garden? I would like my roses to see you.
– Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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