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Have a lovely weekend my lovely friends... I hope you will spend it with those close to your hearts
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The smallest action, can create the greatest distance.
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I wish for you the same!
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Thank You Dear Ex💋.... Excellent advice words to live by...❤️❤️❤️
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Don't say words that could drive you further apart....[/COLOR This reminds me of the short poem 'Proud Words' by Carl Sandberg .... An American poet, biographer, journalist and editor. “Look out how you use proud words. When you let proud words go, it is not easy to call them back. They wear long boots, hard boots; they walk off proud; they can’t hear you calling Look out how you use proud words.” Once words are out of your mouth, they're gone forever. The same applies to words that eneter your ears .... They remain forever. Wonderful post ms 'cognito as fuck' ..... Perhaps the written words remain also! Make Women Female Again
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Wonderful words that more folks need to take to heart.. If there was less yelling and my whispers the world would be a better place!
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Well said!
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her presence still whispers to me in the comfortable silence only time can offer... I think the teacher was wise. We rarely think through our emotions. It makes sense to consider their impact.
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My whispers won't be heard from such a long distance for some. "One Big Sky Covers Us All Equally"
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I've allowed that shouting to put a distance between a partner and me. I'm so grateful we were able to work it out and remain friends.
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Something to always keep in mind. Closeness, once obtained is too precious to lose.
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9/9/2023 9:54 am |
"The words had all been spoken BUT somehow the feeling still wasn't right And still we continued on through the night Tracing our steps from the beginning Until they vanished into the air Trying to understand how our lives had led us there Looking hard into your eyes TheRE was nobody I'd ever known Such an empty surprise to feel so alone Now for me some words come easILY But I know that they don't mean that much Compared with the things that are said when lovers touch You never knew what I loved in you I don't know what you loved in me Maybe the picture of somebody you were hoping I might be Awake again, I can't pretend, and I know I'm alone And close to the end of the feelingS we've known How long have I been sleeping How long have I been drifting alone through the night How long have I been dreaming I could make it right If I closed my eyes and tried with all my might To be the one you need Awake again, I can't pretend, and I know I'm alone And close to the end of the feeling we've known How long have I been sleeping How long have I been driftinG alone through the night How long have I been running for that morning flight Through the whispered promises and the changing light Of the bed where we both lie Late for the sky..." Jackson Browne, 1974 "Late for the Sky" Album
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Wise words
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great perspective here’s looking into your eyes Ex have a great weekend gorgeous big squeeze & firm spank for you girl!
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Sage advice, Ex--. I'm sure we've ALL suffered, at some time or other, from not heeding it. Enjoyed the "Alpha" blog post, as well. Since it had no other formal attribution, I have to believe they were your words. It was their heartfelt, self -referential quality (or subtext) that most appealed to me. I think you succeeded in capturing some essential and deep-seated inherent qualities in your own person or self. I can't help but admire the often soul-baring & deeply confessional nature and tone of most of the better blog posts on this site, the writing and online posting of which, I have to believe, must, at times, be somewhat healthily reanimating and unburdening/disencumbering--perhaps, in some sense, even healing & restorative, to the very bloggers, themselves. Anyway, nice work, Ex.
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Ex I hope you are enoying your weekend That is a beautiful story A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing. George Bernard Shaw Jenny
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A great story, a great teacher, lucky students.
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