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this is very good
posted by
lustorlove
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August 28, 2009
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It is an easy life to fall into
I try to remember that my time is MY servant and it is my choice which needs I fulfil at any given moment.
Beautiful expression, sweetie 
posted by
lionreign
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August 28, 2009
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beautiful and so true, I am like this as well.
posted by
calia14
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August 27, 2009
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time is moving quickly...the seasons change...very lovely!
posted by
Ariala
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August 27, 2009
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Sinome-this is Lovely! Yes-what a difference between 'then' and 'now'!
Life has almost speeded up to a position where we almost can't 'RELAX'-without feeling 'guilty'! Chris.
posted by
Scramble
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August 27, 2009
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Sinome, every season seems to go by faster than the previous one
(except for maybe winter..:), but we bring happy and/or sad memories along with us that will never leave us..
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posted by
Rumor
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August 27, 2009
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You have summed up the feelings I've been having
especially lately, as I approach my fiftieth year. I could never have articulated it so well and, truly, there are tears pouring down my cheeks
posted by
malcolm
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August 27, 2009
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Sinome
it seems as we get older we forget to take time out for ourselves and have a little fun; this is so important to our well being; lately I have made a conscious decision to do more of that and I have found that even when I do everything still gets done; this is a wonderful reminder to enjoy idle "me moments" without guilt; many blessings and thanks
posted by
mariaki
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August 27, 2009
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It's very true. I tend to feel guilty when I take time out to just sit back and enjoy the tranquil scenes by the sea which is very close to my home. Beautiful imagery. THanks for sharing and also visiting my page.
posted by
elinjo
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August 27, 2009
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wonderful thoughts
posted by
spiderfly
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August 26, 2009
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Poetry’s perennial love. BC-A, Bill’s RJJst
posted by
BC-A
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August 26, 2009
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HAPPY DAYS OF CAREFREE CHILDHOOD. HOW SAD THE OLDER WE GET, THE QUICKER
LIFE RUSHES ON.
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Kabu
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August 26, 2009
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Surely the days slip swiftly and autumn is already sending golden leaf reminders of its arrival coming soon.I would gaze at the night of a million stars again like when young--- sigh!Good post Marta!
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merkie
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August 26, 2009
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Sinome
I can't wait for; "I can just sit somewhere quietly and write." those cool days of fall and winter are the best for writing. Lovely writing you've done again luv
posted by
WileyJohn
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August 26, 2009
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I remember when summers and the like seemingly lasted for an eternity.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
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August 26, 2009
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