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What lovely words Gwil. Were you addressing them to someone at the time?
I was addressing them to my sister who lived near Lincoln and had passed away after a long illness.
Perfect words, perfect sentimente and of course perfect Cathedral (my home city).
I didn't know it was your home city. A delightful place but that hill. I defy any woman in high heels to walk down it.
As I see:__ Love is a stem, that understanding pathway between the root and a flower; an answer. _ma rootwill feed our bloomloves stem
Love as stem between root and flower is a lovely metaphor. Thanks.
I like your take on it, if I may call it that, Magyar.
Lovely words Gwil.
Thanks Dave.
This made me tear up. Lovely, tender, sweet words to your sister, Gwil.Greetings Maria x
When you find a white feather it might be an angel has passed that way, she used to say.
Nobody was allowed to wear black at her funeral.
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What lovely words Gwil. Were you addressing them to someone at the time?
ReplyDeleteI was addressing them to my sister who lived near Lincoln and had passed away after a long illness.
DeletePerfect words, perfect sentimente and of course perfect Cathedral (my home city).
ReplyDeleteI didn't know it was your home city. A delightful place but that hill. I defy any woman in high heels to walk down it.
DeleteAs I see:
ReplyDelete__ Love is a stem, that understanding pathway between the root and a flower; an answer. _m
a root
will feed our bloom
loves stem
Love as stem between root and flower is a lovely metaphor. Thanks.
DeleteI like your take on it, if I may call it that, Magyar.
DeleteLovely words Gwil.
ReplyDeleteThanks Dave.
DeleteThis made me tear up. Lovely, tender, sweet words to your sister, Gwil.
ReplyDeleteGreetings Maria x
When you find a white feather it might be an angel has passed that way, she used to say.
DeleteNobody was allowed to wear black at her funeral.
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