As a piece, this is compelling and enormously affecting, short and straight and undeniable. In yer face, capsizing whatever thought one was thinking or mood one were feeling upon reading, troubling, to know, to read and comprehend knowing that is as far as it goes, an offering, sharing. Grammar hitting the hardest, present continuous. As a friend, I wish there were further to go.
there is truth to what we put in our mouth in a way that often eludes what comes out of it Fascinating, going to roll this addition around for a spell and come back to it.
I think of you, and your talent, as being like the stars, bright, glowing, brilliant, awe-inspiring, lovable, and though, and I know this is a cliched expression it is nonetheless true despite, they aren't always visible, they are always there. Your work lives and breathes, yesterday or three years ago, at any given moment any memory of something you wrote will visit like an old friend, the kind that never loses the ability to enthrall. In other words, though there may be no new posts for a while, DT could never be a quiet place. x
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Ouch. Short but sweet.
Perfectly true.
--snow
There is truth to what we put in our mouth in a way that often eludes what comes out of our mouth.
As a piece, this is compelling and enormously affecting, short and straight and undeniable. In yer face, capsizing whatever thought one was thinking or mood one were feeling upon reading, troubling, to know, to read and comprehend knowing that is as far as it goes, an offering, sharing. Grammar hitting the hardest, present continuous. As a friend, I wish there were further to go.
there is truth
to what we put
in our mouth
in a way
that often eludes
what comes
out of it
Fascinating, going to roll this addition around for a spell and come back to it.
I'm going to take a break from writing. I don't expect to post again soon. I do appreciate your comments.
I think of you, and your talent, as being like the stars, bright, glowing, brilliant, awe-inspiring, lovable, and though, and I know this is a cliched expression it is nonetheless true despite, they aren't always visible, they are always there. Your work lives and breathes, yesterday or three years ago, at any given moment any memory of something you wrote will visit like an old friend, the kind that never loses the ability to enthrall. In other words, though there may be no new posts for a while, DT could never be a quiet place.
x
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