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Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Kabu
That warms my heart in antcatin but I know it to be already sent. Hugs to you too, dear lady
posted by
anib
on January 16, 2018 at 9:29 PM
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Re: Re: Re: Re: Kabu
big sistetrs hug coming your way.
posted by
Kabu
on January 15, 2018 at 3:59 PM
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Re: Re: Re: You help me to cry sometimes, thank you.
Aww, thank you. When the pent up emotions well up, and one cries, it is so cathartic indeed. There are times when I see beauty, I choke, Lol.
posted by
anib
on January 11, 2018 at 8:23 PM
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Re: Re: Re: Kabu
You're extremely huggable, dear lady
posted by
anib
on January 11, 2018 at 8:20 PM
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Re: overtherainbow
One may feel nostalgic for good memories of the past, and a f those were bad times that have passed, one feels thankful.
Thanks ma'am.
posted by
anib
on January 11, 2018 at 8:19 PM
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Re: Re: You help me to cry sometimes, thank you.
I am both honored and well speechless by your remarks to me. thank you. No you don't make me cry your words help me to cry. Mostly I have forgotten how to cry and when something written like you so often do, allows my tears to flow from pent up emotion, it is cleansing and soothing.
posted by
Kabu
on January 11, 2018 at 1:27 PM
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Re: Re: Kabu
thank you I do need a hug sometimes darling.
posted by
Kabu
on January 11, 2018 at 1:22 PM
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Bringing ourselves close to our memories takes our emotions back to those memories. But then the time that has passed makes us slightly different people . I do have memories where i only remember the good and its a good thing to revisit over and over.
posted by
overtherainbow
on January 11, 2018 at 12:14 PM
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Re: Re: Aba Bro
Indeed, you are right. 
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on January 10, 2018 at 10:50 PM
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Re: Kabu
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on January 10, 2018 at 10:49 PM
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Re: You help me to cry sometimes, thank you.
I help make you cry sometimes? I can understand the parallel between those happy days a few years back, merry with laughter all around with Wiley. I too feel sorry for Wiley Sir. And who said you are mundane? You're are very very special to all of us here at Blogitsville. Personally, I revere you, ma'am, and your pure loving heart.
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anib
on January 10, 2018 at 8:30 PM
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Re: C C T
Thank you v. much sir. Well, that's a compliment that yoy think I feel much more than most poets do. It is that i get into their skins, surreptitiously, ha ha.
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anib
on January 10, 2018 at 8:22 PM
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Re: Aba, brothwr
Perhaps Hardy is saying that those happy days 40 years ago with Emma, and now without, has made a whale of a difference, especially the torture of those memories he feels at present. Thank you big sis, you rightly say that Hardy only now feels her presence much more strongly (real) that when she was actually present with him. And that makes the whole gestalt change. 
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anib
on January 10, 2018 at 8:19 PM
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You help me to cry sometimes, thank you.
I often wonder why you bother with mundain folks such as myself. You have such insight, such depth of understanding ...and...and right now I would give much to go back a few short years when our Wiley was strong and our days were full of laughter and silly songs.
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Kabu
on January 10, 2018 at 10:47 AM
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A good probe into the circumstances Abba . Pity the man or woman who cannot express s pain. Although they may feel in a blur of tears that they were robbed and there can be no consolation. Don't mean to belittle your brilliant analysis. Sometimes I think that you feel much more than most poets do.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 10, 2018 at 10:29 AM
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Aba, brothwr
A very poignant post, dear Aba. Imagine what it must have been like to revisit Cornwall alone. And yet, is it a touch of melancholy and realism when Hardy mentions that things weren't the same at the end as in the beginning? How exactly were they different? What was his real meaning? It leaves me wondering. Still, I have seen people who revisit places of their younger days, and this poem captures the feeling well, as does your setting the scene for us. And that he feels her presence, yes, how real that is for him. Thank you, Aba.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on January 10, 2018 at 12:44 AM
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