Love and SolitudeSpring is the season of love. My mother always told me that. It’s the time of year when everyone gets gaga over one another until the summer heat drives them apart. Everyone is anxious to get out in the wonderful warm weather and hold hands while they stroll blissfully through the beautiful parks that are in full bloom. Yes, spring is my most cherished season, but for some, spring brings nothing but dreary rain and solitude.Love and Solitude
It was on one of these gorgeous days that my husband and I decided to be one of those goofy love stricken couples and went to the park for a stroll and a picnic. The birds were singing and the sun
Devious Journal Entry
Neutral
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How many times will I ask myself why? How many times will I try?
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Love is the slowest form of suicide...
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"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... It's about learning to dance in the rain."
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Love is the slowest form of suicide...
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Love is the slowest form of suicide...
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"The great occupational hazard for an art critic or art historian is to let words come between the viewer and the experience of art - to substitute a verbal encounter for an aesthetic one." - Roger Kimball
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tabaco o misete kudasai???
[May I have a cigarette???]
chuuu.......
=^..^=__~
-kitty
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