Dexterous adaptations a discloser of refined beauty(~._.~) Multitasking every aspect of your imaginableness(~._.~) Of an abundance exceeding your prior existence(~._.~)
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Reviewed by twinklewrites at her desk (Reader)
Reviewed on January 25, 2008
fabulous write Ted,enjoyed your thoughts as always...Hugs & evol Peggy
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on January 24, 2008
what were we before we knew?
and before we could really 'see', were we E\/E.n m[or]e beautiful?
more than we could n.ever imag.in.e? image in --- out; of this skin, we could possibly become such pure things. . .. things made of mere inspiration, sublimation. ..
you speak of things with wings, as if you see them when we cannot....you speak of divine when we [st]umble blind[ly] groping for one small piece of ourselves to begin, to be real. ..
as if we have an end but not a BEgin---
and without said genesis, how can there be any real rev.elation?
you make me look deeper; without and in. .. .
you make a prism of every nuance, every th.ought. ..
you do shine so~
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and before we could really 'see', were we E\/E.n m[or]e beautiful?
more than we could n.ever imag.in.e? image in --- out; of this skin, we could possibly become such pure things. . .. things made of mere inspiration, sublimation. ..
you speak of things with wings, as if you see them when we cannot....you speak of divine when we [st]umble blind[ly] groping for one small piece of ourselves to begin, to be real. ..
as if we have an end but not a BEgin---
and without said genesis, how can there be any real rev.elation?
you make me look deeper; without and in. .. .
you make a prism of every nuance, every th.ought. ..
you do shine so~
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Love Tinka 112 :)
Walt
Love to you Ted...
Susan
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D