connielynn
I'm concerned about the day when everything is digital. Not just communication, but people's entire representation of themselves. A digital me? For real? No. I don't want to see it. Hopefully the digitalization of life will slow down enough that I will be off to heaven before I loose my actual skin!
Everything has a shape. No judgment. Round. Square. Angular. Curvy. Spiral. Multidimensional. Shape gives us an impression...but does not necessarily reveal inner qualities.
It's not what I wanted - this difficult situation. I wanted an easier life. I did. That's the whole story.
Do I have to have the perfect figure? I can't figure that out. Add all the figures together and what do you get? Go figure.
He threw my high heels - my beautiful, black, patten leather, EXPENSIVE high heels - in the trash, along with a lot of other things. He said, "Don't try to stop me." I loved those shoes. When I look for heels to wear for a party, I think of them, and then the anger shows up again.
Where are you going? Wander through the garden. Wander through the woods or the jungle. Wander through your imagination or through mine. Wonder as you wander. Explore everywhere and everything.
The wind whipped along, aft to bow, as the commuters pushed their way off the ferry at the Manhattan side. Umbrellas turned inside out. And women's scarves, wrapped many times around their heads to keep their hair in place, blew off and floated like feathers on the bay.
Do you have something to say? Make a statement. Tell the truth. Speak it. Write it. Your statement will create who you are.
I was playing miniature golf. I was eleven years old. The bee flew up into the leg of my shorts. Suddenly, the pain shot through my thigh and I screamed! it hurt so bad and I cried and cried.
I am so close to getting it all together. Almost there. Like fainting just before the finish line. Or my fingertips touching the brass ring and the carousel passes by. Almost there...but not the winner.
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