Juliet's Walk
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We struggle along, doing the best we can.
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We should be nice to each other.
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But the guy in that house a couple of doors down, you know the one, he's probably got some child tied up in a box in the basement or somebody's mother under the floorboards.
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I sometimes cross paths with men like that, but what's the use?
It's over, beast.
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You don't never bring one of them back.
They've crossed over.
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If there's a harder world than this one, I don't want to go see it.
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And yet this is a blessed world, full of broken-hearted love and crazy tenderness. There isn't any figuring it out, you just have to let it wash over you.
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Tonight I pray for all those who are suffering, that they might find peace.
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Amen.
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6 Comments:
Juliet's walk is wonderful. I love her hat. It reminds me of a children's story I used to read to my youngest daughter called 'The Kinder Hat'.
The hat in this instance is constructed by a little girl at her kindergarten, with scissors and glue. Her mother wears it all the way home. The hat consists of a blue ice cream tub and many coloured streamers.
Juliet's hat although far more elegant is similarly shaped.
Juliet is a spring-time girl, never mind the snow piled up on the sides of the road.
Glad to know you, Tearful.
Elisabeth-
That sounds like a sweet story. And a sweet hat. It's funny, Juliet seems like a character in a little book to me.
Mim-
She is a springtime girl, wandering around in the dead end of winter.
yrs-
tearful
what i've learnt - and i think what bothers me most these days if having to view others' as if there tongues ARE split - as primary -
this wasn't always so
and MOST important now because I do still have one child left ---
i think.
i would like so much to be able to put my rose glasses back on
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i suppose that's what they call
hardened or maybe
tempering, huh?
Now I am crying. Thank you for expressing what you do. I need to hear from people who see this and go on, anyway.
P-S Washer
and then the sar casm
layered on so thick
you can taste it through the air
even if you didn't mean to.
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