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Go Write A Book
is there water in this desert
the pack is so quickly moving on after having stopped to pick me up the next waterhole is very far and thirst is what drives them on i stare at my wounded legs used to be so long and graceful so perfectly able and now i lag behind and ache how foolish of me believing anything'd slow down for me the grass is brown they struggle on their hearts beat out a song that i almost forgot completely i don't know how far i can go i'm tender weak and slow and my heart is only humming the next waterhole is far their thirst will drive them on and i will lag behind and ache if i fall behind, don't wait for me i've nothing left to contribute my harmony's died down to a single note -a

The Sprog Blog
Jaelyn's First Sentence
A few days ago, Jaelyn was walking around my sister's house looking for me. Sometimes I'm sitting on curled up on the arm chair and she'd walk right past the living room without seeing me. She was calling out, "Mommy." then out of nowhere she said, "Mommy, where are you?" My sister was near her and I asked, "Did you hear her? What did she say?" and she said, "I think she said 'where are you'." And then right after that Jaelyn said, "Where Mommy?". I couldn't believe it! She hasn't said either phrase since, but it was clear as a bell and my sister wasn't the only one besides me to hear her. Well, even if she doesn't say it again for a while, that says a lot about how much she understands and what she can say in her head that hasn't come out of her mouth yet. I aleady knew she understood a lot, but it's nice to get a little confirmation!



novel melayu
dear yayah -
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lullaby to sleep
just like we said it would be
I would like to think that i dont miss him. But that would be a lie. I miss the feeling of being safe, the reassurance that there is someone who needs me. Someone who longs to wake up next to me. I miss being intellectually stimulated, to be challenged by a worthy opponent. I miss the snide comments and hopeless banter. I miss the sadness and the wave of nostalgia that crashes over us as we slowly come to realise how alone we are, together. Without knowing, I have written in present tense. It's all in the past now. Every comment, every heart wrenching moment, every painful yet unforgettable memory all tucked away into the past. Fragments in a black bag, lying quietly out of sight, waiting for the day I will have the courage to flip through it once again. One day I won't be afraid to rummage through the remains, to remember and to cherish the good, the bad and the unforgettable. Do I miss him? Or am I just lonely? Do I really not miss him? Or do I just wish I don't? Do I want to... (more)

Forgotten Heros
Coming Along
Good Morning! Things are coming along nicely. Slow but very nicely! I'm pleased with our progress. I got fabric sorted yesterday and sadly, I don't have as much as I thought I did! LOL What a great reason to go buy MORE! One can never have too much fabric! At least that is what I keep telling hubby! I have to work today and am not looking forward to it in the least! I would so much rather be home sewing and sorting and playing all day! There isn't much news to be posted at the moment, but I will keep ya'll updated. Thanks for reading!