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I suspected this poem would become something very special, when I read the beginning. And it has. Beautiful is to less to say. It is perfect. I guess, Mike feels honored. And it brings me to say, that trusting so much is maybe the biggest strength. xoxoxo Lyssa

This is a beautiful pray!

This is very sad. Wherever he is, being your soul-mate, he probably want you to be as happy as possible and safe.

Have a diabolically good Sunday. More Cherubini, this time Maria Calla melting shoe leather with a scorching performance (in an hair-raisingly good recording) from Covent Garden in 1959. Medea, 1797. Start with Act Three min 1:40:20

HAPPY BIRTHDAY <Many Happy Returns>

George had given Willie the serum to the point that Willie only had the pain now for what Colin had when I first met Colin. Kind of awkward phrasing. Maybe: pain at the level Colin had experienced… Is Devon hoping to get his mother romantically interested in Willie instead of David? ;-)

I’m not so sure of that! ;-)

I was using translation software. With a woman, width isn’t a problem, but extreme length might be. With a man, width could cause problems. With oral sex, either or both could cause problems.

I’m really not a Size Queen. If it’s really big, what do you do with it? You want to touch it, stroke it, and maybe lick it (to taste it). But no way is it going to be stretching any of orifices of mine out of shape! Stop trying to shove that thing in my ear! Normal sized penises won’t fit in there! What kind of a kink freak are you? Just because I love having your tongue in my ear doesn’t mean I want anything else there! Stop that! Forbudt! Forbudt! Stop! Holdt! La' vær! Slut! Hjælp! Politi!

Yes, but feedback seems to delay your writing progress. It’s a double-edged sword. If we stop giving you feedback, you'd have more time to write, but you’d also have less incentive! ;-)

Kim of the prodigious endowment…

So, had I. No comma. I‘ve never witnessed someone having a PTSD-triggered reaction before. I’ve read or seen on TV/movies some depictions of milder reactions. It seems to me that Willie experiences one of the more extreme examples of PTSD. This is one area where the military and VA often fail badly with Vets suffering without any assistance from the government. It’s a contributing factor in the large numbers of homeless Vets.

Yes!

Think about fresh Mangold = swiss chard..... My new passport is ready, I just got the letter. Maybe I have to stop by to help you get the planting done.

In Germany there is almost in every city two times a week a market. In bigger cities in every part of the city. In Cities like Berlin in every part of the city more than one. The one I love most is in Celle. It is as if you hop in a Netherlands Genre Painting. When we lived near by, I used to go there just to soak up the colors, scents to relax. I would like to show a picture, it is so beautiful, this little old city with the market.

But you will have your own farm on your balcony, as far as I heard.

My parents tried really hard to get me to eat onion, bell peppers, squash, tomatoes, zucchini, eggplant, and numerous other vegetables. Aside from bell peppers and tomatoes, I refused to eat any of the vegetables I listed. I would eat stuffed bell peppers, but I still don’t really like bell peppers. I like cooked tomatoes in most cases, but wouldn’t eat them raw – I do eat them now, but still don’t care for raw tomatoes. We never had brussels sprouts and I never tasted them until I stayed at a rescue mission – not the best place to discover new ingredients, but they were prepared in a tasty way. I wouldn’t go out of my way to get them, but I wouldn’t refuse to eat them. My parents never pressured us to eat grated daikon (Japanese Radish) because it’s so strong. But we did eat takuan, pickled daikon usually colored yellow – it’s very smelly, so at least one of my sisters-in-law won’t allow my brother to store it in her refrigerator. We grew up eating Napa cabbage cooked or pickled. We sometimes had bok choy too. I like Napa cabbage much more than European cabbage. Broccoli is another of my favorites. My parents had friends who were farmers and they also had vegetable gardens. They’d bring my parents large supplies of the vegetables – including multiple crates of tomatoes, multiple crates of strawberries, and corn that were too ripe to ship to market. (You’ll notice that I had no problem eating strawberries!) So when we had a particular vegetable, we didn’t have it just a few times a week, we ate it almost every day until we ate it all. (My mother would grumble about having to can tomatoes on the hottest day of the year! She never seemed to complain about having to can strawberry jam. But the home-canned tomatoes went into spaghetti and stew all year round.) I won’t eat fish anymore either, because some of those farmers would go sports fishing and bring us some of their catch. Our dentist would go on those trips too and our annual Christmas gift was a case of canned Albacore tuna – tuna sandwiches for almost the entire year! I finally refused to eat any more fish and my mother let me get away with it! To sum it all up, just because your parents try their hardest to get you to like or even try certain vegetables, some kids are just too stubborn to eat it, no matter how well it’s prepared. A professional chef would have an extremely difficult time convincing me to eat some of those vegetable! ;-)

Thanks! And I can give the compliment back, good Mom!

I am lucky, my kids eat nearly everything I put on the table. There are very rare things that they don`t like.

Sounds good, I think, a lot of kids would be much more pickier.

As I understood a box of veggis, you can get delivered from farmers near by.

Your Jan 29 reply to my comment above! (And I saw your comment in the Bugs thread the other day.)

öha Powerful that for sure.

Ah I love rhubarb. I have a great recipe for a tart.

Ha, I just talked yesterday with B (my B ) about making chilly, that is perfect. Thanks for sharing!