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Three Sisters: January 2009
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Tuesday, January 27, 2009. Across the din of the living. I speak with you. When there were no words, I chose to write those of others. Miss you seems so trite. I do miss hours of coffee talk but mostly I simply miss you. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Across the din of the living. Moon flower on the vine. Grandma Shryock and Sherry. Pink roses of remembrance.
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Three Sisters
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007. You can't think how I depend on you, and when you're not there the color goes out of my life.". Victoria Woolf, to her sister. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). For when three sisters love each other with such sincere affection, the one does not experience sorrow, pain, or affliction of any kind, but the other's heart wishes to relieve, and vibrates in tenderness. like a well-organized musical instrument." Elizabeth Shaw. You cant think how I depend on you, and when you.
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Three Sisters
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Thursday, February 21, 2008. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). For when three sisters love each other with such sincere affection, the one does not experience sorrow, pain, or affliction of any kind, but the other's heart wishes to relieve, and vibrates in tenderness. like a well-organized musical instrument." Elizabeth Shaw. She is your mirror, shining back at you with a wor. Moon flower on the vine. Grandma Shryock and Sherry. Pink roses of remembrance.
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Three Sisters: Across the din of the living...
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Tuesday, January 27, 2009. Across the din of the living. I speak with you. When there were no words, I chose to write those of others. Miss you seems so trite. I do miss hours of coffee talk but mostly I simply miss you. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Across the din of the living. Moon flower on the vine. Grandma Shryock and Sherry. Pink roses of remembrance.
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Three Sisters: February 2008
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Thursday, February 21, 2008. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). For when three sisters love each other with such sincere affection, the one does not experience sorrow, pain, or affliction of any kind, but the other's heart wishes to relieve, and vibrates in tenderness. like a well-organized musical instrument." Elizabeth Shaw. She is your mirror, shining back at you with a wor. Moon flower on the vine. Grandma Shryock and Sherry. Pink roses of remembrance.
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Three Sisters: September 2008
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008. Yellow is a bright six-legged bug. And the color of teeth after too much coffee. Yellow is my disposition. And the sun upon tulips. Yellow is the movie Old Yeller. Which made me cry. And the color of banana pudding. Yellow is my favorite pullover sweater. And the gumball that rolled around and down the track. Yellow is a croquet ball on a balmy Florida evening. And the color of our Volkswagon. Yellow is the sunflowers she loved. And the color of the lemonade I made for her.
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Three Sisters: November 2007
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007. You can't think how I depend on you, and when you're not there the color goes out of my life.". Victoria Woolf, to her sister. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). For when three sisters love each other with such sincere affection, the one does not experience sorrow, pain, or affliction of any kind, but the other's heart wishes to relieve, and vibrates in tenderness. like a well-organized musical instrument." Elizabeth Shaw. You cant think how I depend on you, and when you.
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Three Sisters: Yellow
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008. Yellow is a bright six-legged bug. And the color of teeth after too much coffee. Yellow is my disposition. And the sun upon tulips. Yellow is the movie Old Yeller. Which made me cry. And the color of banana pudding. Yellow is my favorite pullover sweater. And the gumball that rolled around and down the track. Yellow is a croquet ball on a balmy Florida evening. And the color of our Volkswagon. Yellow is the sunflowers she loved. And the color of the lemonade I made for her.
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Three Sisters: It's all I have to bring today
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Sunday, December 2, 2007. It's all I have to bring today. It's all I have to bring today –. This, and my heart beside –. This, and my heart, and all the fields –. And all the meadows wide –. Be sure you count –. Some one the sum could tell –. This, and my heart, and all the Bees. Which in the Clover dwell. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Its all I have to bring today. Moon flower on the vine. Grandma Shryock and Sherry. Pink roses of remembrance.
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Three Sisters: June 2007
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Saturday, June 23, 2007. Now fades the last long streak of snow,. Now burgeons every maze of quick. About the flowering sqares, and thick. By ashen roots the violets blow. Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Remember me when I am gone away. Remember me when I am gone away. Gone far away into the silent land;. When you can no more hold me by the hand. Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day. You tell me of our future that you planned:. Only remember me: you understand. There peeking...
