Photos, always...and coffee forever
what's this about, Lorraine?....some game? I slept for a while and my mind isn't working now...to make out from the picture :)love, dev
My first and longest heartbreak...he was playing on ice
let me say, Lorraine... i thought some tragedy and couldn't make out. i am used to the term "heartthrob" for that...and "heartbreak" --it could be a heartbreak; but we know our heart is not broken yet :) dev
awwww....remember ice skating being one of those innocent dates...and i imagine a few heart breaks as well
Ice skatting is one of the most romantic things ever!
__Interesting parallel, Lorraine, that tenuous relationship between the blades and the ice; it may perhaps be, a metaphor... for 'ego, and the stability of ones emotions.' Here, of course, ego is simply... as one views of one's self... and not 'pomposity,' as a few might define that word.A fine post LL! _m
That photo just takes me back to all the times I've skated in arenas...That first heartbreak - it lingers, doesn't it?
There maybe heartbreak but there is nothing like love on ice.
blades scribbling unforgettable tales - while those telltale traces of water quickly freeze
Well I had to cheat and read the comments first to get the point, but once I did the picture recaptured for me the aloneness, coldness, grayness of being without a connection who your heart has decided to love.
Coeur brisé par la glace!La belle perspective de ta photo donne de l'espoir.Bonne journée
a first love that lasts in your heart is a heartbreak in themaking.well put Michael, however, I have never skated ;) Rose indeed especially if you're learning to skate and someone has to hold you up ;)I always love your comment Doug, in fact they are quite like skating around the ring ;)That it does dear Talon :)you are a romantic Micheal :)ww I like that FR :)Top price Arlene top price :)C'est tres gentil, merci Richard :)
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