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posted by
mariposa75
on December 23, 2010 at 6:49 PM
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Wonderful memories of long ago very well pictured
Merry Christmas and Many Blessings.
posted by
skye08
on December 22, 2010 at 11:40 PM
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dreamy, perfect place take a deep breath and breath the air, cleansing the soul
posted by
eburns111
on December 22, 2010 at 9:10 PM
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Sinome
How familiar that sounds! As do many children, so did I have my 'secret hideout' where I could dream and escape from childhood troubles...
posted by
Nautikos
on December 22, 2010 at 9:02 PM
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Sinome dear, is this really your own story?...
I can totally relate to humble beginnings. As a matter of fact, at times I think I was more in tune with God & Nature then than at some of my materially glorious times. Happy holidays! - Ash
posted by
ash_pradhan
on December 22, 2010 at 11:48 AM
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Sometimes we need to go back to our moments of highest inspiration to refil the well of our talent. Great poem
posted by
lionreign
on December 22, 2010 at 11:25 AM
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Oh this I can understand. This is the world a lone child creates, rearranges and then recreates again and again. I could see you there beautiful and a dreamer for sure. Nice. Merry Christmas.
posted by
Justi
on December 22, 2010 at 6:03 AM
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Well it's different Simone and more intimate quite a sad image in a way of a little girl who one day might yearn for some thing. Interesting and so nicely written
posted by
C_C_T
on December 22, 2010 at 3:43 AM
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Sinome
TY There’s a lot to see and do in this poem love. BC-A, Bill’s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on December 21, 2010 at 10:32 PM
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I would have loved a little private place like that to read and write while growing up. We had a large family and a very small house and privacy was an unknown word it seems except in summer in my perch in my favorite tree or my snuggery in the woods.
posted by
TAPS.
on December 21, 2010 at 10:17 PM
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Sinome, I love the thought of speaking to God in the communes of an attic.
posted by
shobana
on December 21, 2010 at 8:48 PM
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That attic taught you something very special.How to use the enormous
gift that G-D has given you. love this ...love you.
posted by
Kabu
on December 21, 2010 at 7:59 PM
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Some feel the presence of God in some places more than others.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on December 21, 2010 at 7:30 PM
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Very nice imagery! The Lord is in all places, all he needs is an open heart to commune.
God Bless! 
posted by
dougspoetry
on December 21, 2010 at 5:06 PM
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