Dawn comes creeping upward, straddling with all her
tendrils the dark mountain so terribly near my sweet
but now quaking refuge of wood and stone and glass.
I peer through the panes that give onto a landscape of
horror that to some is pristine but to me is a reminder
that he was swallowed up by a wood black and cruel.
He calls out faintly, begging I rescue him from the jail
holding him fast against all escape, but who am I but
a grieving parent who searches for a son forever lost.
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A Grieving Parent
by compound complex indawn comes creeping upward, straddling with all her .
tendrils the dark mountain so terribly near my sweet .
but now quaking refuge of wood and stone and glass.. .
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FLIPPER WE MISS YOU!
by clarity inanybody hear from flipper.....haven't seen him on here lately!.
it is just not the same without him & i really miss his presence.. where is our friend ....anyone?.
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Hope you're OK, Mr Flipper!
All the best.
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Conversation with elder's wife
by Faithful Witness inyesterday, i had a chance meeting with an acquaintance from the kh we used to attend.. after being away from the meetings for so long, and really starting to feel like i've almost entirely shed their false teachings, i have somehow lost sight of the fact that there are actually still people who really believe it.
i read the magazines now, and find it virtually impossible to comprehend how anyone can actually swallow those ideas.
it seems so warped and twisted to me now.. i guess the best way i can describe this encounter, was being "cornered" in public.
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Enjoying your story, FW!
Girl Scout Week is celebrated each March, starting with Girl Scout Sunday and ending with Girl Scout Sabbath on Saturday, and it always includes the Girl Scout Birthday, March 12. https://www.gsvsc.org/gsweek/
Best.
CoCo
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The Observer
by compound complex inrecent happenings close to home bewilder me by day, terrify me by night.
i am immersed in the profound waters of doubt and, sometimes, despair, as i struggle swimmingly to a far off shore that itself is encased in black mist.. yet, the shroud of fog does rise.
i am able to see outward, through the windows to my soul.
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Love and blessings to all of you. I'm touched that my strange way of putting common concerns has resonated with you.
Have a wonderful day.
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Come On And PLAY!!!
by snowbird inthis here is very educational.. http://www.funtrivia.com/tournament/jwd-trivia-quiz-75350.html.
come on, y'all.. sylvia.
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Off and running to work soon, Syl, but hadda say hi!!!
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The Observer
by compound complex inrecent happenings close to home bewilder me by day, terrify me by night.
i am immersed in the profound waters of doubt and, sometimes, despair, as i struggle swimmingly to a far off shore that itself is encased in black mist.. yet, the shroud of fog does rise.
i am able to see outward, through the windows to my soul.
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Recent happenings close to home bewilder me by day, terrify me by night. I am immersed in the profound waters of doubt and, sometimes, despair, as I struggle swimmingly to a far off shore that itself is encased in black mist.
Yet, the shroud of fog does rise. I am able to see outward, through the windows to my soul. A sense of tranquility replaces anxiety and confusion. Arrived, at last, to a calmer state of mind, I am permitted to sort through the simpler things. Scattered pieces of life's puzzle come together of their own accord; my intervention is neither required nor sought. What one commonly refers to as the past is not a block of time and events disconnected from today but a continuance of life, of living, through to this present moment. A flowing stream, irresistible, from my so-called past of no discernible nor recorded beginning. What man's every breath, every move, every thought, is put to paper for a posterity indifferent to the life of a man of no importance?
In that timeless flow from then to now, I see myself not as participant but as onshore observer. Rushing past me are images of people and buildings and books and the beauties of Nature. And so much more, the more of my former childhood surroundings that have edged their way into my today's reality. It is a continuation of what I started out as and what I continue to be. It is, thus, my own small world of scant reality and too much imagination. All to be forgotten, today's man and his trifling matters . . .
Of no importance.
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Sad topic but wrongly worded.
by compound complex in"glenn close stepped on the stage to honor the academy members who sadly passed away this evening.".
.. what did the reporter mean to say?
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Hi Nancy:
I dunno . . . still agathering my wits and a cup o' coffee!
I'm stuck trying to write a funny, wrongly-worded sentence and everything I come up with is grammatically correct. Better get some more sleep until I unimprove!
Best.
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Sad topic but wrongly worded.
by compound complex in"glenn close stepped on the stage to honor the academy members who sadly passed away this evening.".
.. what did the reporter mean to say?
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Hi rip and Mr. Shirley!
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Sad topic but wrongly worded.
by compound complex in"glenn close stepped on the stage to honor the academy members who sadly passed away this evening.".
.. what did the reporter mean to say?
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O, Nancy, O Nancy!
Out, out brief-lived instructor, life's but faulty grammar that struts and laughs its hour in the classroom and is praised yet more. It is a tale told by a scorned teacher, full of wisdom and good intentions, and he's heard no more . . .
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Sad topic but wrongly worded.
by compound complex in"glenn close stepped on the stage to honor the academy members who sadly passed away this evening.".
.. what did the reporter mean to say?
coco.
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Mr. Shirley:
I wanna go to the planet you're from. Truly, you are droll!
The potential pomposity and ballooning seriousness of these grammar threads can do with an occasional deflation . . . Mind you, occasional. . . .
Best regards.
CC