Oh dear stolen hours of love; all I can do is reminisce, but alas this piece is so beautiful and inviting...especially to those BETTER memories! :O)
~Nikki~
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on May 5, 2003
Stollen hours always have to be repaid, don't they. They do around my house. Yes Dear, etc.
Oy, I am wrenched in two directions while reading this piece, Marilyn, wanting more for her, yet glad she is happy... I guess stolen is the key word, it sends a disquieting message to my mind. Great job! :)
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
beautiful
Reindeer
lovely
steal all the time "now"
IT GETS SHORTER IN YOUR FUTURE
TIME STANDS STILL FOR NO ONE.
A FANTASTIC WRITE,
WILLIAM
Chrissie
josie
yf
tony
I'm back to stay...lol
What a beautiful write
this is...
Love it....
Hugs,
Trixie :)
~Nikki~
Jill
Dee
Beautiful thoughts, beautifully written.
-James