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hello
I am intrigue by your writing but mostly by your name, Especially being a male. I have a son that has the same. He has been taunted, here in the U.S. since most caucasian, call their daughters ARIEL. He will be eighteen on aug.26. He is currently in basic training for the army. I will have to show him your artistic quality when he gets back, but most of all so he can learn, that he is not the only male, with that heavenly name.
posted by
araceli
on August 16, 2007 at 6:25 AM
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Poignant
Succint and eloquent......
posted by
nemonemo
on July 19, 2007 at 10:04 PM
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The emotion of the situation is well-wrapped in ur words
posted by
Straightforward
on April 27, 2007 at 9:30 AM
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Wow
The scene, the emotion, the hopelessness all capured!
posted by
Troosha
on April 13, 2007 at 5:22 PM
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heart rending indeed.
Poetry between bars.
posted by
marieclaire66
on March 15, 2007 at 9:42 PM
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Well said
Several years ago, I visited my father in a max. security prison. That was one of the most awkward experiences I've ever had. All these emotions flying about the room, some of them unidentifiable, and very few knew how to react to them. It was, indeed, a silent room.
posted by
Helen_Bach
on March 11, 2007 at 12:52 PM
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Good opening line - any of us could be there.
The drama of humanity goes on and on.
posted by
Antonionioni
on March 10, 2007 at 1:02 PM
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you paint a vivid picture here..I can smell the cold steel and locked down prison air..
posted by
Blue_feathers
on March 10, 2007 at 7:16 AM
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