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| Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher |
6/4/2006 |
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Oh, it sounds like we all should go! Wonderful done!
B&R |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) |
5/25/2006 |
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Yip, time is just the measurement between two points.
A fantastical journey painted here... |
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| Reviewed by Jo Janoski |
5/25/2006 |
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| I think the best part would be no longer counting 24-hour days! |
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| Reviewed by Sandie Angel |
5/25/2006 |
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There are mysteries and pecial powers in the universe. Amazing photos. and poem! Well-doone on both!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o) |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
5/25/2006 |
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| a very inspired poem alluding to the boundless powers of insight when all the horizons are considered ... |
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| Reviewed by m j hollingshead |
5/25/2006 |
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| nicely done |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
5/25/2006 |
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Soaring good write, Eileen; let me play in the heavenly realms (especially among the Northern Lights! WHEE!!! LOL Both me and Karla! *grins*)! Very well done; brava!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
5/25/2006 |
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Eileen,
This soars with beauty and inspiration; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Peter Paton |
5/25/2006 |
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Eileen
Now you know why I love living and sojourning in Mars...:)
Book me a ticket please Eileen !
Love and Blessings
Peter |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
5/25/2006 |
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Your words propel the mind to unfathomed depths of infinite possibilities, Eileen. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
5/25/2006 |
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| Seek and ye shall find. |
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| Reviewed by Susan de Vegter |
5/25/2006 |
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YEP!!! I thought I saw you swinging on a star. Welcome to an astrological adventure where there is freedon for everything spiritual. I love it!!!
Susan |
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| Reviewed by ROCK-Salt! Proctor |
5/24/2006 |
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| My space ship, ran out of fuel. So I came, on back home. My soaring in the ethers my travels in my mind, I finally saw, what it meant. The reason I ran out of fuel, is, that: the fuel, was my discontent. |
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| Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson |
5/24/2006 |
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| Your galactic travels give us pause from the concerns of the day Eileen. Well done |
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
5/24/2006 |
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| You already have no horizons you cannot reach, as with your writing you are able to expound on multitudinous galaxies and universes that only you alone realize exist...Ed |
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