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Subject: Re: Over Hills to Pastel Meadows

Author:
Sasha

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Date Posted: 19:07:57 01/30/08 Wed
In reply to: andy 's message, "Over Hills to Pastel Meadows" on 04:25:38 01/29/08 Tue

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A bench in time meant so much more than the clicking of a closing door
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~ oh wow...when I read this I got a flash of a photo I have seen here

a photo of a bench....it would suit this poem perfectly
I love the journey of this one, the farewell, so beautifully poured to page
this one makes my heart smile for you, honey bunch...

*warm hugs*

Sash xx

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[> Subject: Re: Over Hills to Pastel Meadows

Author:
Christine
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Date Posted: 19:18:12 01/30/08 Wed

((((~~Andyyyyyyyy~~))))

Now, you didn't think you could escape without my "analysis", did you? *GRINS*

"I breathe free air and travel on one more dream to be bygone
with the calling of my own true heart I wish her well and then depart
the night falls down in blues and blacks
never meant for coming back
no, never meant for coming back"

And there it is...a dream, a memory, a wish in the wind...reflected, restored and relinquished to the night waving farewell and/or hello. *wink*

I can well understand this journey! Kudos to your honesty and soul-pour!

~Hugs~

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