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stbond said it best
As you write, you write to paint a lovely picture.
posted by
bel_1965
on June 18, 2006 at 10:21 AM
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Your words are. . .
lovely. Thank you for painting this picture.
posted by
stbond
on June 17, 2006 at 11:48 PM
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Ariel, wow, that was an ode to love if ever I've read one.
"sussurating" love that word.
posted by
Blanche.
on June 17, 2006 at 3:39 PM
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Nice..
posted by
Dr_JPT
on June 17, 2006 at 3:17 PM
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!
posted by
Whacky
on June 17, 2006 at 2:28 PM
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You set the scene beautifully.
posted by
A-and-B
on June 17, 2006 at 1:47 PM
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Ariel, here is the comment I left you in my blog that you just visited::::
No enmity between us. And thanks for caring. I hope you get saved at some point...LOL!
posted by
Passionflower
on June 17, 2006 at 12:27 PM
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This is such a lovely work...glad I didn't miss it.
Quite a thing of beauty, this portrait you paint.
posted by
Passionflower
on June 17, 2006 at 12:26 PM
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Ariel70, Yes, and your language was very soothing to the ear.
posted by
kingmi
on June 17, 2006 at 12:25 PM
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Kingmi
How very poetic!
I prefer it remain a mysery tho'. Adds to the interest, don't you think?
posted by
ariel70
on June 17, 2006 at 12:00 PM
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ariel, I think it was a dream and your boat was your refuge that night.
the moon was her head, the beach her body, your finger stroke the direct way home after a hard day tat work. The susurring of the tall grass the opinions of the neighbors as they admired your tenacity, and the stars in the heavens were all the other dreams, or dreamers.
posted by
kingmi
on June 17, 2006 at 11:58 AM
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Pat_B
How lovely! Ah! A fellow romantic!
Such things never fade in the memory, do they? They keep us young and fresh spiritually and emotionally.
posted by
ariel70
on June 17, 2006 at 11:23 AM
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I remember nights like that...
except it wasn't a beach -- it was a grassy meadow in the center of a city. We watched the stars, and noticed that some were orbiting - moving across the sky with deliberate slowness. There was music, slow jazz coming from someone's nearby window, and dancing fireflies. A long ago yesterday.
posted by
Pat_B
on June 17, 2006 at 11:19 AM
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