Sunday, April 09, 2006
83/365 Mary
When someone starts a sentence with “I wrote a great poem about…” I cut out. So - Sorry, I can’t tell you what her masterpiece was about. It might have been great, but I’ll never know. The simpering smile would have been bad enough, but then this. Ugh!
# posted by GreenishLady @ 4:16 AM 
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These are amazing. I had a dream - out of the proverbial blue - last night about a love from years and years ago (I've been married 35, so I do mean years and years). I wonder, if I started this exercise, nightly visitations like that would become more frequent, and I would recall the hundreds of people in my life who have had an impact. Thanks for the inspiration!
Rebekah, join in. It is a really interesting process. I'm still wondering where it will lead me, but am really enjoying the company along the way.
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