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Pat_B
Rather than send you a lengthy comment, Pat, I shall post a piece on your questions tonight.
hasta pronto!
posted by
ariel70
on November 20, 2006 at 6:07 AM
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Pat_B
Thank you for your intriguing comment.
It's getting late, and I'm very tired, but I will reply to you tomorrow d.v.
posted by
ariel70
on November 19, 2006 at 12:18 PM
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This is one answer to today's question about what love is...
Longing, sad remembrance, going on alone after the loss. But, Ariel old friend, can you tell me how you know? How do you know you've found "the one" and is it more than beauty or a sudden smile? Is it growing fondness or a sudden flash of passion?
I'll be back to see your answer.
Sorry I hadn't read your Veteran's Day tribute -- I've been doing the novel for National Novel Writing Month, and up to my knuckles in plotting and planning and writing... It was well done, heartfelt and I'm sorry you felt neglected. I'll soon get back to the daily visits. Write on!
posted by
Pat_B
on November 19, 2006 at 7:19 AM
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ariel
beautiful, wistful, and evoking misty and autumnal Britain...
posted by
Nautikos
on November 17, 2006 at 12:33 PM
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touching story.
posted by
marieclaire66
on November 15, 2006 at 12:16 AM
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Very gothic, Ariel, ethereal as the honeysuckle you wrote about.
Your gossamer wraith of a love, and melancholy longing shine through, like the light through the dead lover.
posted by
Blanche.
on November 14, 2006 at 2:49 PM
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