This date last year I created the second blog entry which became the very first posted. A year later it appears I have learned precious little to enhance the appearance of the blog. What a difference one year can make. I had been waffling on staying on board. Comment responses went mainly ignored or I felt praised when I only saw my own shallowness. This was never about writing to me. It was a way to ever so slowly put an identity out there that ...
from the previous entry... "Would you walk with me for a while?" "Ohh, what a splendid thought. Yes, I will. I will come only so far..." They both laughed and smiled, the man sang to the bear a couple of songs he had liked to share, and the moon slowly set through a cool, cool night. Yes, the man was in a hurry...there were places to go and people to see. He kept urging the bear along... this is how it goes when you travel with ...
I have transiently returned after my abrupt hiatus from the forums. I'll be snooping in these parts from time to time .
Somehow, I don't blame this child for being a bit timid... I had to chuckle at some pictures that a friend sent me -- hope you find these amusing too -- makes me wonder how anyone would want to sign up for the position of Santa, but anyhow: ... ...
We put the urn aboard ship with this inscription: This is the dust of little Timas who unmarried was led into Persephone's dark bedroom And she being far from home, girls her age took new-edged blades to cut, in morning for her these curls of thier soft heads.
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