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Daily Archives: April 9, 2012
My Side of the Story
Okay, seriously. I wasn’t trying to scare anybody. Perhaps a person should peruse the area a little before just harrumph -ing her tuffet down wherever she pleases and plunking her big fat keister right in the middle of someone’s … Continue reading
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First, the Egg
She is ……….fragile shell, waiting to be …..cracked open, ……………………spilled. She is ……….sunshine center wishing to be …..known, ……………………revealed. She is ……….empty vessel longing to be …..found, and ……………………..filled.
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Gradations
She tries to stay within the well-lit precincts of herself but sometimes curiosity (poor kitty) beckons, or the tides tug at her heart just right, or she’s had too much coffee or she’s just plain had enough and every once … Continue reading
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