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05 Wednesday Feb 2014
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Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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Very beautiful. I’ll tune in tomorrow for the answer. 🙂
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Because the heart still hears the echo of those whispers and remembers the dreams…. ~xo~ Me
The heart remembers everything……even tears as joy. ~ B
So beautifully tender, Bobbie, it called me back to read again.
I could ask for nothing more, sweet Angela……… Always, I am blessed by your essence. I love and miss you. ~ Bobbie
Bless you, dear soul. I am back sharing my poems again. Just click my name and it should take you to me new blog. With love, x
…and a beautiful place it is, dear Angela…………… Your words are honey.
Oh yes, how is it now — where are the answers found, if not out there, we go back and find it deep within ourselves — O Bobbie, your words point to where love and truth are to be found. Love, Dee
….there is much to the seeking, and even more to the sitting…..the quiet in which the only sound is our song……..a familiar unfamiliar lament………. Thank you, my darling Dee. Always, your words are painted in the language of love.
Beautiful. Tender.
Thank you so much, my friend…….. I am honored by your presence. ~ Love, Bobbie