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Subject: Re: The Buck

Author:
andy

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Date Posted: 11:55:13 12/05/07 Wed
In reply to: thesongman 's message, "The Buck" on 15:07:12 11/29/07 Thu

Bill,

I admire your connection to the earth and the grace
with which you expressed it here.

I am a man who loves to spend time in the woodlands
so I have a great appreciation for this story.

It's well written and filled with wisdom and the essence
of those moments when we realize we are all a part
of every thing.

Very much enjoyed the story and the way your weaved
your thoughts through out.

best,
andy

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[> Subject: Re: The Buck

Author:
Sasha
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Date Posted: 16:49:16 12/05/07 Wed

~ oh Wow, Bill!!!

this was such a breathtakingly soul soothing experience, hon

"A large boulder sat in the middle of the field offering me an excellent perch to sit, watch and listen."

and this boulder sounds awesome...it took me back to my childhood, and Christmas holidays visits to my Grandmother's house in a little Bay in the Bay of Plenty (North Island, NZ)...the seas was across the road from her house, and off into the distance you can see a live volcano called White Island...anyway, it must've erupted a long time ago, because a beautifully smooth volcanic boulder was thrown up on Grandmother's front lawn...and we used to always sit on it, it was always part of our childhood games....precious memories that your gorgeous story triggered for me..and for that I thank you...

loving this story!!!!

*warm hugs*

Sash xx

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