It is, like Karen said, painfully beautiful and vulnerable even in it's speaking of vulnerability. You are gifted. I know what you mean about the blanky being pryed away. It's painful. --Can't resist sometimes, though-- when there's a beauty there that just gleams through the thin fibers. I want to just peel down a corner and take a peek... and sometimes some revealed souls are not as forgiving as you... Love ya! --Charlie
I won't ask for you to lower that blanket, but you need to take a good, hard look at yourself and try to figure out what's really going on inside. I am sorry you are feeling bad; you are indeed in my prayers! Please know I love you and care for you; you are a wonderful poet/photographer; don't let the comments of others bring you down. They don't know you like I do; they don't know any better. Just dust yourself off, try to move on. That's what you've told me. Don't be afraid; you write for YOU. Deep pain very well expressed.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 10, 2008
Ah, come on, you know you wanna . . . Sure ya do . . . Gotta love it . . .
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
Cryssa
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Michelle~
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Susan
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Georg
I won't ask for you to lower that blanket, but you need to take a good, hard look at yourself and try to figure out what's really going on inside. I am sorry you are feeling bad; you are indeed in my prayers! Please know I love you and care for you; you are a wonderful poet/photographer; don't let the comments of others bring you down. They don't know you like I do; they don't know any better. Just dust yourself off, try to move on. That's what you've told me. Don't be afraid; you write for YOU. Deep pain very well expressed.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(