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    Saturday, 15 November 2014

    So who was I at nine or ten? What was precious to me? What gave me fulfillment? What shaped my world? At nine and ten, I was sometimes quiet, and some times quite noisy. I hated kickball, but loved to jump rope. I was afraid of whizzing balls going
  • Posted in Blogs ·
    Saturday, 15 November 2014

    Tiny fragments of pain, shards of random thoughts, the sharp feelings cut deep into my heart~ heart aches ©annettealaine 2014
  • Posted in Blogs ·
    Saturday, 15 November 2014

    Shivering in the cold, she refuses to yield, to return to the scene of the crime~ sharp words left hanging in the air, peace shattered over a bowl of oatmeal annettealaine 2014
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    Saturday, 27 September 2014

    She sits on the side of the road~ arms wrapped around her knees, head bent, shoulders heaving. The white Cadillac idles on a side street, passenger door propped open~ the driver walks to the road, steps gingerly towards her, arms outstretched
  • Posted in Blogs ·
    Sunday, 24 August 2014

    Just for today,I'm going to shut out the chaos, and side step the drama. Just for today,I'm going to quiet the negative voices that echo through my brain. Just for today,I'm going to power down, and sit with the silence. Just for today,I'm going t

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Stephen Evans A Transcendental Journey
24 September 2017
Thank you!
Monika Schott A Transcendental Journey
24 September 2017
This is so beautiful, Stephen. Transcending.
Rosy Cole A Full August
22 September 2017
I was probably less than average at sports, Sue, but did love tennis and netball and excelled at rou...
Stephen Evans A Transcendental Journey
21 September 2017
Thanks, Ken. I think you are right - it really helps to get out of your comfort zone to up your awar...
Ken Hartke A Transcendental Journey
21 September 2017
I enjoyed this. I used to live on a bluff above the Missouri River but I had to go elsewhere to beco...

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