Parker Owens
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Thank you, Emi. I am glad you thought it lovely. Dawn comes in many ways and many forms, as you say. But it is one of the few events that unifies all seven billion of us, I think. So does yearning that comes with Dawn. Anyway, thanks so much.
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Emi's picture is a must, making mine to be as dust, trailing postings is his bait, truth be told, I just can't wait...
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Marty came to Hrishi's defense, and quite convincingly. I hope Hrishi doesn't think of sex with Marty as some kind of quid pro quo; that would very likely poison their already fraught relationship. The scene with Leon had me just about shouting: 'grow a pair and tell your best friend, dammit!' Well done...
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Matt completes an eventful holiday weekend with his sister, and you represent these moments with grace and humor. He a very fortunate man. Matt is even more fortunate for having Parker, which you show us again in their reunion. The story about Parker's friend Barbara is both scary and ominous. A very good chapter.
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I am so very glad you stuck with the story from Stefan to Eric to Andy...and to Zander. The dark clouds eventually face way to sunshine. The story was written for all the Stefans and Eric's and Andy's of our world, hoping that we can be more mindful of them, and willing to help. Many thanks for reading, and for your very kind review.
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A very thought provoking three lines. I like this. Thanks.
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Oh, jealousy! Well sent up and described...Tom had better watch out, because Jeff has definitely laid claim. But will Tom contest it? And how cute the 'sleepover' request is. And convenient...
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And now, in the morning after, you show us Jeff and Paul in a somewhat more practical mood. They have a real discussion about moving forward, even as things have already happened so fast. Do they feel that, too?
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What an effective poem you write: you have me trembling with you, anticipating, feeling and imaging sensations. And in this, you also project love and intimacy, as the line 'play the keys of my soul' resonated so much with me. This was magnificent.
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One single chapter, and a long, lovely hot ride. You write live at first sight really well.
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Indeed, Wally and Graham seem to have made a real connection. Funny how that can happen over the oddest things. But Wally, foolish man, left himself vulnerable to that most merciless of predators, the sea, if only to be of service to Graham. Or for the sake of that wonderful new connection. But for now, the sea must have the final word. I am glad you continue to read and follow this story!
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Cookie is an old pro, a master hunter. Wally doesn't even know he's been cornered, right? Graham is a new thing...a friend on equal terms. And you are right, there is no predation or hunting involved. This is a very new and happy experience for Wally.
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Where is this tale going? You mean besides directly to the cliff edge? I am glad you have questions, and that you continue to read the story. I cannot supply you with any answers, however. Sorry about that. Your very kind words are causing me to blush.
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Thank you, my friend. You are giving me excellent data on my experiment with seven syllable lines. I am glad you liked how it worked and flowed. Many many thanks.
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I am very happy you liked it. The movement from dark to light worked, and I am glad you felt the appeal to the senses. Many thanks for reading.
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Beautiful, haunting, and enchanting all at once. You have spun out a marvelous tale about hope and life. It is perfect and wonderful.
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Thank you, Dugh. I am unused to 7 syllable lines. It worked out happily.
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Thank you, tim. Dawn is one of my favorite moments of the day.
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Dawn If I could share your sunrise, as it glows upon the hill, its brow all dark and fir clad, waiting patiently and still for light to work its magic on the darkened fields so still, I'd call upon the dawn bright, help me all your dreams fulfill. Yet even as the moon fades from my window far away, I color myself rueful that we spent no time to lay in velvet hours of darkness or on whited fields to play such sport as we might think of under starlight's gentle ray. Now come a
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Welcome, Ethan. A great chapter of the sort only you can create. But my goodness, will the neighbors have to call to keep the noise down?
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Breathe deep. Patience, patience. But I am sorry to have left you clinging to the side of the ship. Alas, there is no rhyme or reason to the name for the ship, excepting that I thought it sounded about right for a thoroughly unnautical sort of name for a ship. Fascinating connection to Mitchell Feigenbaum. Never thought of that. Thanks a ton for reading!
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Glad you think it was good work, even though I unfortunately had to leave you in that uncomfortable position for a little while. I hope to be forgiven someday. Thanks for reading to this point....
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Sorry to leave you hanging on the side of the ship like that. But at least I hope it was a good chapter for you up to that point....thanks for continuing to read the story....
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Guilty as charged. But it's so doggone irresistible! Besides, the chapter was getting a bit long, no? Hope it was good up until that point, at least!
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This was an unexpected treat; like Gary, I was expecting sadness. I, too, recall the chance to lick the spoon, the mixing beaters or the bowl. Such simple delights. Like Tim Conway and Carol Burnett, these are timeless pleasures. Your lines evoke memory after memory, scene after scene in my mind. I thank you for this.
