there is no road in the desert, yet you chance upon my friendless camp.. was it stars that led you to me or two yearning hearts become conjoined?.
i envision a most lovely you, but you're just a dream of what i once knew.. remote i remain in my desert abode while stars and your spirit sail on by..
Thanks, sparrowdown, for your reply!
We are led. with or without our consent.
I haven't read the book, but in the movie Ms. Bell grieves over a lost love, then, subsequently, yearns for the physical presence of the absent new man in her life.
Sadly, she lost them both.
there are many terms used at bethel that might sound foreign to normal people.
there are many words or terms used at bethel that are unique only to their organization.
here are just a few of them.. “a jack” this is someone who is a slacker or just lazy.. “a pot licker” this term has been used for many years but its connotation is unclear.
Yes, Morpheus:
I recall Dan had been in writing, and then I saw him sweating away in the bindery. The talk was he had been shafted.
I knew Marina before they married.
we've all gotten a little older (the beav was about 60 at the time this was taken):.
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Thanks, glenster -- you opened up an old and forgotten world for me: AIRPLANE!
there are many terms used at bethel that might sound foreign to normal people.
there are many words or terms used at bethel that are unique only to their organization.
here are just a few of them.. “a jack” this is someone who is a slacker or just lazy.. “a pot licker” this term has been used for many years but its connotation is unclear.
I remember Dan Sydlik and Ed Dunlap got shafted. Saw Dan working in the bindery. Read about Ed years later.
there is no road in the desert, yet you chance upon my friendless camp.. was it stars that led you to me or two yearning hearts become conjoined?.
i envision a most lovely you, but you're just a dream of what i once knew.. remote i remain in my desert abode while stars and your spirit sail on by..
Thanks, Outahere!
Immortal words that did cross my mind.
Best wishes.
we've all gotten a little older (the beav was about 60 at the time this was taken):.
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Thanks, fellow time travelers, for your comments, and you're welcome, too!
It was a different time -- maybe not entirely realistic -- but something sweet we all could latch onto.
Best wishes . . .
there is no road in the desert, yet you chance upon my friendless camp.. was it stars that led you to me or two yearning hearts become conjoined?.
i envision a most lovely you, but you're just a dream of what i once knew.. remote i remain in my desert abode while stars and your spirit sail on by..
It could not possibly have been a more arduous journey, this traverse across a diabolical union of both shifting sands and searing winds. Water has become the most precious but rarest of commodities.
I seek shelter. I seek water. Many a phantom mirage has loomed up before my scorched eyeballs. An optic message relayed to a mind weary and anxious for any shred of assuagement is most desperately entertained. My logic has become suspect, if, in fact, there remains any ability to work my way through this predicament.
As in my earlier trek, I find a disconcerting comfort in the song of the pharaohs that plays upon an unforgiving wind. It is a dirge that haunts this broken man, a derelict whose termination perches ominously upon the illusory desert horizon.
there is no road in the desert, yet you chance upon my friendless camp.. was it stars that led you to me or two yearning hearts become conjoined?.
i envision a most lovely you, but you're just a dream of what i once knew.. remote i remain in my desert abode while stars and your spirit sail on by..
With grateful thanks to Gertrude Bell . . .
there is no road in the desert, yet you chance upon my friendless camp.. was it stars that led you to me or two yearning hearts become conjoined?.
i envision a most lovely you, but you're just a dream of what i once knew.. remote i remain in my desert abode while stars and your spirit sail on by..
There is no road in the desert, yet you chance upon my friendless camp.
Was it stars that led you to me or two yearning hearts become conjoined?
I envision a most lovely you, but you're just a dream of what I once knew.
Remote I remain in my desert abode while stars and your spirit sail on by.
we've all gotten a little older (the beav was about 60 at the time this was taken):.
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Yes, Morpheus, connecting and reconnecting is what it's all about!
Thanks for taking a stroll down memory lane. That show was a big part of my life. The Beav is my age.
