what i thought love was is so much less than what it is
Our Pack: Dakota Wolf, Lola Moon, Ian Oliver and our baby, Ever Elizabeth
Someone may have stolen your dream when it was young and fresh and you were innocent. Anger is natural. Grief is appropriate. Healing is mandatory. Restoration is possible. -Jane Rubietta
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"Poetry has nothing to do with poetry. Poetry is how the air goes green before thunder. Is the sound you make when you come, and why you live and how you bleed, and The sound you make or don't make when you die."- Gwendolyn MacEwen
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"Her looks fading, the vain Lispector became increasingly reclusive and demanding. Addicted to cigarettes and sleeping pills, she exhibited erratic and sometimes imperious behavior. She would call friends in the middle of the night and flee dinner parties for little apparent reason. She had a reputation for being a liar."-<em>NYT on Clarice Lispector
My dear child, who can tell? One can only tell that, by remembering something which happened where we lived before; and as we remember nothing, we know nothing about it; and no book, and no man, can ever tell us certainly.
Some couples don’t ask much of one another after they’ve worked out the fundamentals of jobs and children. Some live separate intellectual and cultural lives, and survive, but the most intense, most fulfilling marriages need, I think, to struggle toward some kind of ideological convergence. Norman Rush
you heard right! great photo. how are you feeling???
i heard the same thing once.
i had a feeling you people woulda heard that. ;)
That is beautiful. Pure magic.
So let's keep dancing.
i've heard the same..
in that case,
I'm screwed!
:)
Lovely pic though(t)!
kay! whatcha talkin about. love comes in all kinds and forms.
It's so true. Like they say, it makes all things new again.
xoxoxo
I love her, ya, ya, ya.
She looks over-joyed and he looks calm and peaceful.
Too cute. I love the photo.
Then you are clearly one wealthy gal ;-) I love your spirit
Lovely photo. I'm listening to Sgt. Pepper's...
And now, Kay. Uh oh. Lots of us know how that feels for sure, so I'm not going to wag any fingers. xoxo
Cheers.
Is that Despereaux I see in your lower left-hand corner? Off to investigate....
Beautiful picture! I love the joy - and love - that is so evident.
And Daddy love has a special way of making that evident, doesn't it? Gorgeous.
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