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As a child I built castles on the sea shores...the waves took them awayI would cry Then the sky said:don't dirty your hands just sit looking at me the clouds with build you castles...don't dirty your hands or cry -- they keep building!Now:"I build castles high in sky guarding man in game and pain" that last quote came as lines of a poem....to end as: "I just do now what I knowdream and dream and dream and dream"THis was beautiful Lorraine...There's a child around who always brings the magic...some older women like us too :)love, dev
How beautiful, so lovely, so in tune with mine, you're right dear Dev, you don't need to have a blog...you're perfect right here ;)
haha! Actually, my blog is now used mostly to vent out the "not so beautiful" :)But thank you Lorraine...for bringing in beauty so I can add to it :)dev
My pleasure Dev, and when you open your comments again, I'll be there..but not before, I have to vent in response, I can't hold my passion back for long
Opening the comments....actually i begin to feel very comfortable this way. It is peaceful for me...from you I could take though, there were many out of the blue commentators...and i am sure they will be back...No time to waste on such wastes :)dev
well, I may be sounding a little too harsh in the second stanza...But I was fed up Lorraine; thats why I closed it! Though at the cost of many discerning readers and friends (But friends remain friends I guess)...My blogging experience was one of a kind...Looking back its fun, only because I stopped the comments, I am a very sensitive kind...dangerously so :)dev
Well Dev, you're not going to like this, but your 'dangerous sensitivity' sounds more to me little EGO....lol wow I can almost see the smoke...;)
I have my EGO, Lorraine....No doubt about it; only when I face Nature and God, do I keep it down :)dev
aaah! well, if we are working for a collective humanity too I might keep it down....But not to any individual...Not to my father, not to my husband -- they never wanted that from me, is another matter :)Now that becomes about self-respect -- dev
Now that becomes "more" about self-respect! :)dev
Devika, Devika, Devika....is it any wonder I missed you x
haha! :)love, dev
ha. you can make anything with the sand on teh beach....its a gateway to imagination...
enjoyed this so much; guess because it appeals to the child in memuch lovegillena
Brings back childhood memories of playing in the sand. I still sometimes like to feel the sand between my fingers and toes. Feels like childhood again.
abracadabra !!!!! this is excellent Lorraine !
"A GAteway to imagination" Brian to I even have to say how fabulous that is, thanks alwaysWe do have to remember that child, don't we, thanks Gillena for this beautiful thoughtI agree Anne, I always walk barefoot in the sand, and sometimes I grab a handful of warm sand and let it fall on leg lol Oh la, c'est gentil, Dominique, merci beaucoup!
You captured a "moment", Lorraine. What fun to play on the beach and create entire worlds.
Nice."châteaux en Espagne", mais pas pour l'enfant dont l'imagination fertile le porte loin, très loin dans la poésie.
Thanks Talon, I almost remember lol :)C'est vrai Marcel, malgre moi je me suis infiltree dans cette fantaisie :)
J'en ai construit des châteaux Lorraine, et heureusement ils n'étaient pas tous en Espagne!
Your caption is so appropriate--she really does look like she's putting a spell on it! lol
FAcon de parler tu sais Richard ;)Thanks Tim, I appreciate your lvely comment :)
just stumbled upon your blog...Love this one! So witty :)
Thanks so much for you comment and your visit, I appreciate it :)
Did someone say "cake with icing"??????LOVES!oxox
lol yeah you skinny you, lol thanks sweet girl x
This is enchanting.
This one especially touched me Lorraine. It captures the essence of playing on the beach!
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