I live a love between Crescent Moons and it is as you describe Belle. The loneliness and emptiness overwhelm a mam's soul until the crescent moon returns. Deeply romantic and written with passion.
THE ACHE OF LONELINESS BUT THE PEACE OF KNOWING...IT'S NOT FOREVER. WELL DONE, LA BELLE. THANKS FOR SHARING, LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Such a sad, sad write, Susan, which is certainly a different kind of writing I am used to seeing from you. I hope your crescent moon will be as one and fill your heart with love.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
Jon Michael
Thank you so much for sharing.
Steve
Always,
Deborah
Sorry, I completely missed the analogy. But I will leave my previous comment for comic relief.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane