Sometimes I can never figure out the search engines. I was searching for purses, and ended up with sites that were close. I liked your blog, so I bookmarked it. Cool stuff and thanks.
Came by to look, and found your photograph (it is you, as you say, of course). A young woman picture. This is a kind of keeper, what with the elegance of the field and the happiness of the freedom and good health of vibrant life. I like, too, that it has an openness that allows the viewer to imagine someone, a someone that is more extraordinary and anybody special. Yet a someone special...young woman picture in a field. I rate this: cool. Peter
wheeeee-woooooo-waaaaah-hooooooo!!! you raaaaaawk, sarah!! *worship* this poem and also the ghazal -- can i kiss your feet in front of the esso station (can't believe you've got *that* in your town, too)?
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Sometimes I can never figure out the search engines. I was searching for purses, and ended up with sites that were close. I liked your blog, so I bookmarked it. Cool stuff and thanks.
Whoo-hooo!! Congratulations Sarah. Love the poem and the photo.
way to go sarah! congrats! :) m
btw love your poem in 3rdmuse! :)
Came by to look, and found your photograph (it is you, as you say, of course). A young woman picture. This is a kind of keeper, what with the elegance of the field and the happiness of the freedom and good health of vibrant life. I like, too, that it has an openness that allows the viewer to imagine someone, a someone that is more extraordinary and anybody special. Yet a someone special...young woman picture in a field. I rate this: cool.
Peter
Thanks, Michi. That's my dad's favorite.
Hi Peter - the picture isn't me! I thanked Jill B. because she allowed me to use it. thanks, though, i like the picture a lot, too.
wheeeee-woooooo-waaaaah-hooooooo!!! you raaaaaawk, sarah!! *worship* this poem and also the ghazal -- can i kiss your feet in front of the esso station (can't believe you've got *that* in your town, too)?
Thank you Sarah. Again, you are a true talent. Your poetry is evocative and thought provoking.
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