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Fade
Massive plumes white billowy pulling through sunlit blue tickling senses to blush as dusk begins to settle. Fragrance heady infused whispering into the night. Thoughts are drawn close. Soon comes to mind. Isn't it grand? SadieLu 2010 |
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Tis is Grand
Muahhh my dear Sadie ![]() |
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Hello Sadie...Your writes still speak volumes within, for me...Life gets so busy at times, but it is always a pleasure to read your wonderful work when time allows...
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Same here Sadie
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Nice. "Isn't it grand" is what we say back home.
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I have missed you all. Thank you for the kind encouragements...so wonderful to see you.
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