If you do not hear from me right away either in pm or notes, I beg you all  to have patience with me. My best friend of over  35 years had a heart attack Saturday before last and underwent triple bypass surgery on  thursday and I was in touch with my godson and her husband up til early Friday.since then... nothing. I am sitting here thinking the worst and praying.  When I tell you I'm terrified, it's an understatement.

I took these few minutes to let ou all know. If you pray, please send them out for my friend Linda, If not send good thoughts. Either way.

.Thanks,Tricia

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Her eyes opened as another wave hit her small lifeboat.

She had barely escaped with her life.

Still crying.. my own husband!

She looked up at the tree all alone yet surviving all odds

Well then if that tree could do it, so could she.

She looked back one last time as she paddled to shore

plc

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The Festival of Lights  they held in the town square was a great success. All the money they collected would be enough to update the town librtary now. It was a wonderous night.

All of a sudden a circle of neon blue balloons floated in the middle of the festival. It was over, They had returned.

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Sorry, no pictures or poetry...just me.
I'm writing because I want to thank you all for your continued friendship.
I'm not feeling very well these days, staying in bed, and though I try to peek in on everyone, I do not seem to have the strength to write much.
I hope you all continue to bear with me and send some good thoughts my way. 

Love to all of you...innocent

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She had lived in the shadows for so long now at home with her dreams As she peered toward the group camping in 'her' woods, She wondered, what if she came out of the shadows to join them, but no, she would not fit in, not yet. Sadly she stayed where she was and looked on .

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She stopped the car in front of the house, or what was left of it.

Her mother told her of this place, her dream home.

They had bought this place together,

Daily they spoke of how their future would blossom as they planted the roses.

Now…it is the only thing that remains of the dream

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She looked at the funny pages and sighed.

She remembered when it was all so easy, when things came naturally.

Now she sat at the table looking at the bottle of pills,

She took two looking at them solemnly

Before putting them in her mouth and swallowing.

She sat waiting.

Has it really come to this?

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Well, another year over...My wishes for all my friends, a Happy and Healthy
New Year !

May 2013 be better than last.
I pray the bad that happened in 2012 has taught the governments a lesson.  (probably not)

I also hope the world realizes that nothing is stronger than Mother Nature and it could all be gone in the blink of an eye, so we need to cherish all there is.

Most of all I wish you love

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For a dear friend:

The Curtsy

As she walks down the long corridor, she adjusts her dress. A simple long gown barely shows her delicate ankles.  Long  chestnut hair covers the low décolletage and only allows the smallest view of her ample breasts.

 Stopping, she looks at the massive medieval doors and shivers. The immense stones showcase huge bas relief bronze doors, each depicting alternating views of dominance and submission: The Master on His throne, one slave chained to either side, kneeling and kissing His hand. There was another with a post showing a naked woman being strapped to it, another shows the Master administering his crop. The girl gasps looking at the other scenes.

Suddenly, the doors open and a deep voice calls, “Enter girl.”

Taking a deep breath, she walks slowly into the strangely intimate room.

As she approaches the throne her eyes adjust and she lowers her eyes with respect.

Maintaining a respectful distance, she spreads her voluminous skirts and kneels into a deep curtsy.

Peeking up at Him, her chestnut hair barely covering her creamy bosom

Quietly she asks, “My Lord, May this girl enter and visit Your Home?’

Lowering her eyes once more, she trembles slightly awaiting His reply….

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