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Sinome
I usually hug thoughts like that which you have lovingly reminded us of, going to bed on a downer and waking up to let that sun chase away our fears. Loved it, love to you from Kabu and I
posted by
WileyJohn
on October 2, 2010 at 11:56 AM
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joy cometh in the morn ~ I find usually - and this is like a kaleidoscope of passion swirling ~ you write so passionately Sinome. xoxoxo Elyse
posted by
elysianfields
on October 2, 2010 at 8:48 AM
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Oh dear Simone sleep is a blessing, but we have no control over problems that we try to solve throughout the day, I find it so nice to sleep and not dream, well I suppose one dreams, but if one doesn't remember there is no pain. Lovely sad poem
posted by
C_C_T
on October 1, 2010 at 10:44 PM
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Beautiful saddness
Oh, the many nights I have lived your words. Many Blessings:)
posted by
skye08
on October 1, 2010 at 9:05 PM
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Morning can heal a lot of wounds.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on October 1, 2010 at 7:56 PM
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Very interesting.
Sometimes it is good to wake up just to get away from the dreams.
posted by
TAPS.
on October 1, 2010 at 4:59 PM
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morning
I wish you better dreams. Mine tend to be chaotic, based on acting or teaching situations going horribly wrong - not knowing what you're supposed to be doing uo there or when you're supposed to be doing it or other people being - at the least - uncooperative. What are we doing wrong?
posted by
2902
on October 1, 2010 at 3:29 PM
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morning
posted by
2902
on October 1, 2010 at 3:17 PM
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