unfulfilled love - unrequited love - love relinquished - life unlived...
we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories of love around the campfire - come along -
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you are right of course. There some we meet and we know immediately, that we have always and will always know them.
yes, there are those when first we meet....
wonderful to see you deb -
This is the idea, the thought of love that we meet almost every night, sometimes every morning in the bright sunshine.
The thought of love, Jenean, haunts us I think. This love is always different, never the same... how could it be?
Life is death and one day will destroy even that.
I look and look and look, even wildlife is gone, whatever was there to be seen is truly gone.
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Don't comment on this comment, Jenean. I'm not sure what it means, how could I? I thought of deleting it but it would still be there somewhere. --RG
it's alright, roger - it's sometimes just the coming that matters most anyway - thank you for that!
When we meet, we meet in the middle of things... because something has already been happening... all of our lives have been leading up to this moment. Your words and your image choice are impeccable, Jenean!
Nevine
yes, it's true, nevine - "every step we take, every breath we take" leading us to that one - the moment - that was always there, waiting...
[thank you for the step and breath, sting!]
This love is always different, never the same... how could it be?
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