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Do you have any "battle" problems?
posted by
Corbin_Dallas
on April 7, 2019 at 5:40 AM
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Re: CCT
Humm... true so it's best to make the most of it...
posted by
shamasehar
on April 4, 2019 at 11:45 PM
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Re: Taps
posted by
shamasehar
on April 4, 2019 at 11:42 PM
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You are so young and active and loving of everything. I was that way, I am still that way in my heart and memories, and loving of the life I have led. Thank you for keeping us up on what is going on with you on the other side of the world from where I am.
posted by
TAPS.
on April 4, 2019 at 8:25 PM
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.Life goes on. Sweet that you can find time to visit, we only pass this way once.
posted by
C_C_T
on April 4, 2019 at 7:02 AM
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Re: BC-A
Thanks!!
posted by
shamasehar
on April 3, 2019 at 8:04 PM
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Re: Hi, Kabu
Painful to know about Wiley's health issues...wishing him good health and a good life.Take care and lots of love.Will post photos of my trips later.
posted by
shamasehar
on April 3, 2019 at 8:03 PM
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Re: Great One
Thank you.
posted by
shamasehar
on April 3, 2019 at 7:58 PM
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Re: Ciel
Good morning!! What a profound and beautiful analogy....loved it.Thank to.
posted by
shamasehar
on April 3, 2019 at 7:57 PM
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Be well this year love.
posted by
BC-A
on April 3, 2019 at 5:02 PM
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hello dear friend...hoping for some photos of your trip.
Wiley is so sick now and confused. I did enjoy your post.
posted by
Kabu
on April 3, 2019 at 2:03 PM
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Life... your poem reminds me that our civilized lives are like a garden in a jungle.
In a garden, the growth is contained and nurtured, cared-for by hands that clip away what is not lovely, protect from the depredations of caterpillars and other pillagers of the beauty of wholesomeness.
In the jungle, life goes on willy-nilly, the fresh young sprouts, the leaves unfurling, flowers brightly blooming, all alongside the torn and gnawed, the tired and the decaying... And the new sprouts always come, the leaves open and flowers bloom, while the decay is always present and part of the whole.
The garden remains a happy effort, some times more successful than others, some gardeners more skilled or dedicated than others... and sooner or later, the jungle is always right there.
posted by
Ciel
on April 3, 2019 at 11:57 AM
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Great One
posted by
Shams-i-Heartsong
on April 3, 2019 at 11:40 AM
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