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[poniesforall]

 A quiet life of desperation.  Yep, that's what I have now.  But it wasn't always that way.

Once upon a time a long, long time ago (eons really), I was loved, truly loved.  I soared.  His touch, his being, his print are set upon my heart.  He was a boy on the verge of being a man but he was the one who taught me about life, love and all of the

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[rejeneration]

Hon! This is so beautiful, I can't _EVEN_. Wow.

[poniesforall]

Thank you so much. I haven't written ANYTHING in a seriously long time, but I just could not get this/him out of my head.

I'm just happy to have someone comment.

[vanessagalore]

Very beautiful, Martha. Perhaps it's good for you to think about writing and writers!! I have a similar person in my own life who has achieved an icon status in my memories, and you really managed to tap into my feelings for him--how the hell did you do that??

This was a really good sentence:
Do the memories just rush back to surround you to the point of distraction?
Visceral and specific in intensity.

You should write more. I'll look for it.

[vanessagalore]

It took all day to decide whether or not I wanted to post for actual people to see. I am beyond gratified by the generous comments that both and rejeneration made. I respect your writing ability and your opinion. So thank you, thank you, thank you.