tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post759474431793829179..comments2023-11-17T03:52:12.782-05:00Comments on murmurs: GazeboSarah Hinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888406261817690010noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-28512236143808476012008-07-05T20:22:00.000-04:002008-07-05T20:22:00.000-04:00Thanks, Ruth. I do love painting a scene. :)Thanks, Ruth. I do love painting a scene. :)Sarah Hinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13888406261817690010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-49881178950079933732008-07-05T15:44:00.000-04:002008-07-05T15:44:00.000-04:00Amazing imagery you are incredible.Amazing imagery you are incredible.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-43496665798503443872008-07-02T10:21:00.000-04:002008-07-02T10:21:00.000-04:00Thank you, Barbara! And I'm so happy you came by.Thank you, Barbara! And I'm so happy you came by.Sarah Hinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13888406261817690010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-71471909790955733312008-07-01T16:29:00.000-04:002008-07-01T16:29:00.000-04:00Nice twist to that one. Well done.Nice twist to that one. Well done.Barbara Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00610140328527165017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-46363447214618052492008-06-30T09:42:00.000-04:002008-06-30T09:42:00.000-04:00Aine, I still can't help but doubt the idea of suc...Aine, I still can't help but doubt the idea of such a reunion. Don't get me wrong: I <I>want</I> to believe, but I'm not quite there. ;) <BR/><BR/>And yet, there's something about the illumination of lost love, right before that bulb breaks. The mind's last mercy, maybe.<BR/><BR/>Jason, if he failed to reach her this time, it was only after a lifetime of trying, and succeeding. Maybe in such rare cases, the absence is a weight that won't be born. <BR/><BR/>I like weird. And wonderful. Thanks, Bernita. :)Sarah Hinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13888406261817690010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-17565473976414857942008-06-30T09:13:00.000-04:002008-06-30T09:13:00.000-04:00Weird. But wonderful.Weird. But wonderful.Bernitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05264585685253812090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-43126306872440686202008-06-29T17:02:00.000-04:002008-06-29T17:02:00.000-04:00A tender death. It's as if the climb was a meager...A tender death. It's as if the climb was a meager attempt to reach her. In the time-stop moment of falling, he tears free from the pain.<BR/><BR/>My favorite line: <I>...something darker licked his loins.</I> Like a window...so much packaged into five words.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-45218987294952980282008-06-29T12:37:00.000-04:002008-06-29T12:37:00.000-04:00I hope he has the sweet reunion he deserves. It a...I hope he has the sweet reunion he deserves. <BR/><BR/>It always made my heart break, and yet fill me with joy and hope, to hear elderly folks speak of their time on earth after their spouse died. To achieve such a bond with another soul... maybe that's what it's all about. So sad that so many don't. Or give up too soon.<BR/><BR/>I love the image of the bulb breaking like eggshells.Ainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08402176500997528105noreply@blogger.com