mogwhy
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well done, funny as hell
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thanks. it wasn't planned that way, it was just a happy chance
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tim, having stood on that beach more than once, your words transport me back there. in doing so i find the heart wrenching grief has been replaced with lingering sadness for the loss and a smile for the fond memories. thank you
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i so needed a giggle after this day of bumps. thanks tim. i actually giggled out loud. so not where i expected to end up
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drew, i'm so sorry. i met my 1st kitty, Charlie, just like you met Guero. and Charlie was male and white! grief is the highest price we pay for love. But if we never feel the grief love can bring, we can never really understand the highest joys that love gives. also grief is a personal thing and no one, and i mean no one can tell you how to grieve. Guero will always be with you, for to live on in someone's heart, is to live forever. drew,
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thanks. they get better the more often i read them
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thanks gary! it is interesting to me how different people see meaning in my writings differently.
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1. Sometimes when life slips left, your brain and emotions slide sideways through the twilight zone, you can only hope that those who like you, hang on to the roller coaster until life returns to the station. 2. Sometimes you trust someone who turns out not to be honest. There are a lot of things that happen that don't turn out the way you thought they would. It hurts to the core, but don’t let it occupy too much of your time or energy, because they don’
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i glad you like it
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thanks. it was written so fast i had a hard time typing it
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thanks. don't worry i have more
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we are 75 % water, the moon moves water and the dark, where the moon lives, hides our rawness. thanks
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thanks. really was doubt that anyone would read my stuff. but it's a lovely suprise that they do
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thanks. ghosts ARE real, no doubt
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thanks molly. can i really stop you ? i won't forbid you
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thank. it means a lot that you comment, i'm pretty bad about commenting on stories. i love yours
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so looking forward to the rest of this story.
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I am a ghost. Wandering from pillar and post. In and out. Never knowing the route. Going around people and places. Looking into lives with eyes, covered like windows curtained in laces. Colors and sounds muted. Memories of the past are firmly rooted. No one touching me. For there is nothing see.
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thanks. i wrote these, at different times about the moon and what i reveals
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thanks hoho. diffidently the longing here
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thanks! i like it
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1. I thought of you tonight. The moonlight slipped through my window. Shadows playing havoc with my eyes. Reminding me of the times we spent together. Where did you go? I must have lost you to the sunlight. Where are you now? Questions in the moon shadows. I missed you tonight. ~moggy 2. I am old. I’m gray and dull in a sea of shining stars. Once, I guided lovers. Now I’m a forgotten. A place of broken pieces of a dream, as you rush off to bigger and better
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thanks jp. it still gets to me
