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| Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader) |
9/6/2012 |
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| There is some really great imagery in this, "adrift in the fragrances" is inspired. You have maintained the thematic threads all the way through the piece. a fine piece of writing. |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
8/30/2012 |
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| Waiting is always the hardest part. |
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| Reviewed by william goldman (Reader) |
8/29/2012 |
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| ahhhh! memories of our youth, another time, another place,very beautifully done---------- lol hg |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
8/29/2012 |
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| Dedicated love blossoms~ |
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| Reviewed by Laura Fall |
8/29/2012 |
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| So beautifully written and such a charming photo laura |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
8/29/2012 |
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I sense some lost contact sailing the seas of the ethernet. Like the love of a sailor on the sea for years, patiently waiting for him to surf back.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley |
8/29/2012 |
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As the wife of a late husband who died as a
result of Agent Orange, I know what it means
to wait in the courtyard a courtyard they
built with love.
Beautiful prose darlin'
Love and Light
Lily |
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| Reviewed by Budd Nelson |
8/29/2012 |
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i hope his ship has docked in port and he stands with you in the courtyard you both happy in each others presence
budd |
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| Reviewed by ANNA CLOUTIER (Reader) |
8/28/2012 |
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| hi lady vivian, another wonderful piece of work...i can feel the depth of all your words..always,,,,hug anna |
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| Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger |
8/28/2012 |
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Lady Vivian ~
Lovely romance of the heart to await your love's return.
Marvelous write in this courtyard of ambience.
Lady Mary Ann |
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| Reviewed by Cliff Long (Reader) |
8/28/2012 |
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| You are becoming quite a wordsmith, mixing words as an artist mixes colors to create a surreal world as seen by no one other before you. A world of your own creation. |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
8/28/2012 |
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| Ah, I live among the courtyards of New Orleans, and they are majestic courtyards in every sense and when you spoon, or meet these courtyards, you are urged along by lovers of so long ago. |
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