*sigh* i can't explain it but this goes so well with the dinner that succeeded tonight, the long talks my man and i had last night, this new place we're at in this moment, surprised. i am probably not making sense to anyone but me but i'm nodding and sighing as though you read my heart.
"on the pinnacle of this cliff" is a very special place to be. I remember it well. A gorgeous work. re: the video, I love the way her fever boiled the pool, purifying it.
I'm with Ms Moon.... anything I say will just sound so... not enough...! Thanks for posting the video too, I'd never heard of the artist before, cheers!
Thanks for the visit; I thought I'd stop in for a return visit. I had to stop and return now that I have more time. Wonderful gutsy writing style. I am enchanted.
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i can't explain it but this goes so well with the dinner that succeeded tonight, the long talks my man and i had last night, this new place we're at in this moment, surprised.
i am probably not making sense to anyone but me but i'm nodding and sighing as though you read my heart.
krista that is so awesome. i love it when that happens to me, too.
woman in window thank you. your reading and responses are always so generous and so determined to be supportive, i so appreciate it!
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that was very beautiful.
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Yes, very beautiful! Cool video, too.
You always post such wonderful words...thank you!!
You have a fierce way with words and you have left me speechless.
"on the pinnacle of this cliff" is a very special place to be. I remember it well. A gorgeous work.
re: the video, I love the way her fever boiled the pool, purifying it.
I'm with Ms Moon.... anything I say will just sound so... not enough...!
Thanks for posting the video too, I'd never heard of the artist before, cheers!
its kinda amaze me somehow. the tv playing this video while i'm writing this at the moment.
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Thanks for the visit; I thought I'd stop in for a return visit. I had to stop and return now that I have more time. Wonderful gutsy writing style. I am enchanted.
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