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Interactive Johari Window.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want--good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

He was dead... he'd made her laugh... made her smile and kept her safe in her need to escape. And now her Uncle was gone. She hadn't known him well, but he'd been one of her favorites of this family and they'd yet to go on a merry-go-round ( Read more... )

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Holding her son in her hands, she held him over her head and spun around in circles, listening to him giggle. His laughter was bright and happy, making her own soul light up with joy. Smith was doing the same with Brigid and Rose was dancing inbetween the four of them. Life couldn't get any better than this right now ( Read more... )

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She was still young, at least, young for a God, most that she knew were at least a thousand years older than her. Yet this one experience had probably aged her to match them. Her life was dedicated to bringing serenity to others, giving them a since of peace that they may not have known otherwise and yet ( Read more... )

There were times when she really had to think about things. One of the children had just asked her if she'd anything truly mysterious in her life time and she couldn't remember. She'd lived for such a long time and nothing really fazed her any longer. She could remember when she was young and everything was new. It seemed so strange and ( Read more... )

She watched him from the garden bench, holding Brigid's hand as she hovered about two feet above the ground and babbled at him, while he kept one eye on Angus. She had to go for a few hours to work while he took care of the children and when she got back, she didn't want to disturb him. He looked like he was having so much fun ( Read more... )