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Post by Bromanoph on Jan 2, 2023 8:03:03 GMT -5
..... Tonight, this ghost town was magical: no sirens wailing, no sound to interfere
with the crunching of boots on snow; no wind to warn of winter creeping slowly, as it does... No, tonight, this ghost town revered the silence, reveled in privacy as We (one unit, safe from the onslaught of time, the tragic humdrum of every day) did walk with patience to the garden, to kiss under the branches of next Spring's fruit... no need for howling tonight-- instead, I prayed in the mystic mist. Oh, Inshallah! I have not felt so at Home. .....
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Post by goldenmyst on Jan 13, 2023 19:00:38 GMT -5
In desolation, there is often a peace that eludes us in the crowd. Clearly, you have found that serenity in silence.
John
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Post by sillylillylightbulb on Jan 25, 2023 1:33:58 GMT -5
Sacred moments shared where both innocence and remembrances of first time love lingers.
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Post by Bromanoph on Jan 25, 2023 21:27:18 GMT -5
sillylillylightbulb agreed...it was an ineffable night.
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