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It reads like whirlwind romance tangled up in finer details. “Fingers playing ivories towards my laughter” carries a poetic notion within the telling of story and fantastic reality. He’s a lucky man to have you and you’re lucky to have this strange man in return! Compellingly positive….
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Joy,
You know, live wears many different costumes, and is a quick-change artist, too. In the sensory overload of 21st century life, it seems an impossibility to stop long enough to see anything, really. When was the last time you knew of a new “painted lady house?” No, todays houses are all little boxes because no one has the time for beauty, any more.
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Vol, many thanks for your detailed response, it is much appreciated. I love butterflies, consequently provide for them and winged everything, best as possibly can. Have added cool areas virtually N.S.E and West on my land. As a garden designer and keen environmentalist, I aim to protect rather than harm or hurt any living creature.
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Fia Naturie wrote a new post
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Sometimes it feels like certain people are drawn into your life for different reasons, not always for communication or connection, but for maybe even deeper philosophical meanings than even those can provide (I recommend all the Stoics, of course) It always pays to patient…and observant. Good form and thoughtfulness.
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Your writing always conveys your emotions very precisely, emotionally. I mean this: many thanks for sharing what appear to be deep, deep feelings. Can only hope that time will lessen the pain felt as soon as can, Fia.
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Poets bare their natures. Right now mine is stormy with anger.
I don’t want to hide under the blanket.
Like you say….too much going on and the blanket is too damp to ignore.
I relate to your poetry, Daniel.
j.