A Pax, to come to grips with this journey is a ride of emotional fantasy for me. I can see you. Can you see me? There is no end to this my dear friend. It is an eternal journey of human fascination. Me thinks. i bid you love and joy my dear friend. Jon Michael
I can see you. Dang, Anita, I was feeling quite invisible myself. I was actually toying with the theory that I was invisible, so this poem made me laugh, but on the other hand...I know that feeling. Hugs,
Sheila
Book Four in Belinda Lawrence mystery series. Confirming the Professor was murdered proves to be a challenge and, gradually, as they get to know those associated with the Manor House, Belinda and Hazel discover another murder and an intricate web of
While trying to make it big on Broadway, dancer Abby Fouchet finds herself falling in love, falling in rehearsal (!), and trying to outwit a clever killer out to destroy the man she loves.
Sheila
Feel ignored myself!!
Love Tinka
Be always safe,
Karen
the breaks and spaces, the questions...
uncertainty everywhere, reality grip elusive.
Yes!
John
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