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Back at ya
Back at ya I coming back to blog but my first attempt was way way too personal so I shelved it. now wondering if a bit more time. but I have commented and read and lost the yellow sea so I know how y'all are doing. anyhoooooooooo. look for me soon. once I figger out how to say something worthwhile again I missed this. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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You are missed!! Trust me on this. Maybe the Symposium POLL will inspire you (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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11/23/2018 12:09 pm |
omg nice thanks for your post
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Take all the time you need. You’ll know when the time is right. Good to see you! Rachel Mae
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11/23/2018 1:34 pm |
So very glad to find out some one tries to get it right unlike me just blabbering along lol
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You are missed my friend and we will be awaiting your return..
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You have been missed. *tight hello hugs* We'll be here when you are ready. "Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is relax." – Mark Black
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You have definitely been missed! But we'll be here waiting when you feel it's time to come back.
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Welcome back
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No such thing as ‘way too personal’ on the blogs! But I’m sure the right topic will present itself soon. Hugs!
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Like fine wine.
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Yup, you've been missed!
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My precious Oui-Oui… I wrote this little poem a while back. I thought it fitting-- Eight Bells To Go... Adrift on these seas of invisible code; for some reason, they seem foreign to me. The cryptic-like humor... the latest in rumor... rolled up into sweet fantasy. Adrift on these seas of invisible code, what one thing shall let me feel free? A love not gone sour? The joke of the hour? They're all here for the natives to see. Adrift on these seas of invisible code with no peace of simplicity; some phrase I can feel... some words, which are real... yet no where a lee there be Adrift on these seas of invisible code, hoping some answer awaits; a mere parchment scrap... a long-yellowed map... or a compass for finding the straits But nary a star to establish a bearing, and nary a swell nor a crest. The winds blow so null--like the words, but a lull. Does my heart even beat... in my chest? 'Til that day when the wind fills empty old lungs and the gusts break forth as a song; Horse Latitudes without breeze... now bend masts toward the seas... by sails, worn and tattered, yet strong And my soul is elated, from the words of one woman bringing peace as a red sun low'ring; for those red skies at night... are the sailor's delight... yet at daybreak... the sailor takes warning The ship is seaworthy and continues to float. The anchor's been hauled in for stow. The crew is subdued... from the taste of warm food... yet my watch has all eight bells to go. At times we all fail to grasp tightly to hope and are lost in the dark with no light. Yet invisible code can reveal the road... and lead us all out of Hell... late at night. Solar...
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11/30/2018 3:40 am |
sea of yellow.. i have every ocean of the world in yellow on mine.. and i know i can t get through them.. i feel your pain.. but welcome back.. [image] face piles of trials with smiles.. MOODY BLUES please feel free to visit my blog happy blogging
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<3 Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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Take all the time you need. I have not had the time to post but my sea of yellow I am working through it. Hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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