India
India. I imagine my first experience in India is much like the way a man must feel when first laying eyes upon the most arresting woman he’s witnessed (and or vice versa)- slightly intimidated and mesmerized at the same time. She is like a new liaison - everything thrilling, intense, and passionate. You discover the good and the bad - and yet, that
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Oh I miss my sweet-
And the birds all singing blue
And white.
And white-
Call me on your way back home, dear
Cause I miss you.
Honey that ain't nothing new.
Oh baby why did I treat you like I did?
Honey, acted like just a kid-
Bubblegum on my shoe.
Call me on your way back home, dear,
Cause I miss you
-J
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I'm sorry I haven't posted this sooner. You know how my slow lane life somehow becomes frantic and crazy...and it's been hard to get to a computer. This one at work has been erratic, and the one at home has been taken up by Cassy,Josh and your Dad.
I thought that India might be wonderful for you. You are so sensual, and I think of the essence of the country that way as well.
Your writing is descriptive,fluid,and creative as ever. You are feeding my vicarious soul.
I'm very proud of your adventurous spirit, but I can't help worrying about your strength and health. Please let me know how you REALLY are.
I love you always, Little One - Mom
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It might be with the first comment that was from someone else.
Anyway, I guess look there.
I love you Pumpkin!
Mom
Oh!!!!Did you the hard mail?
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