I was having this conversation with my hubby yesterday. He seems to think the book, "My Friend Flicka" would never have been read, had it not been for young, sappy girls like me. And I thought, you know, there may be something to that... full of senses, we are--so full it kind of leaks out our eyes sometimes (and we secretly love that feeling of a good-hard cry).
Yours is a whisper-soft poem, smooth and flowing, and reminding me ever-so-much of my mother who was a lover of beauty, and who not only brought me into life, but brought the world to life for me as well...because God made her that way. I'm thankful. --Charlie
Kimberly has gone from a well-paid female executive one minute to a desperate woman the next. Thinking her day can't possibly get any worse, she finds out how wrong she is when she goes home. The only way to set things straight is to get even.
Yours is a whisper-soft poem, smooth and flowing, and reminding me ever-so-much of my mother who was a lover of beauty, and who not only brought me into life, but brought the world to life for me as well...because God made her that way. I'm thankful. --Charlie
Beautiful thoughts!
Blessings,
Christine
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It is far too sad that all men do not understand this simple truth, how ugly the human populace would be without womens grace.
Budd
Jane