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in places began
from the coming back home
as distance created
a line between stars
where light was suspended
eternities true
as would wait for the sound
a pause between words
the still of
a kiss
remembered somehow
tho times they are different
lives into life
a crossing of seasons
names without verse
a taking of all
but a promise
to love
. . .
tornadoday 
But as long as you have breath worldly or spiritually…a promise to love never goes away. You are a songsmith, a sharer, and as you breathe you give life to new words that make many pause in complete admiration…because of the unique way you deliver your gifts, and embrace hearts and minds. Imaginations are blessed to have access to your words as many can enjoy the heartbeats of the genuine love and life you share. All one has to do is to partake of the journey in the path you have chosen with words, and they will know the blessing you are. Have a wonderful and blessed weekend my Bobbie!
Your heart is a blessing to all of us who love you so, Wendell. Surely, in His image, you are…….. ~ Love, Bobbie
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Ah, ’tis a thing o’ wonder ‘n’ beauty ye’ve created, darlin’ girl…, a worthy gatherin’ o’ words e’re I’ve seen one, isn’t it now…, for sure, for sure. And aren’t you grand to be sharin’ them wi’ us all. Grá a thabhairt duit i gcónaí ~xo~
Himself
………and look at you, acting all Irish and everything……… 😉
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You bless me, Cindy.
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Come And Enjoy This!
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