So I thought I'd throw up some pictures of beaches. They're nice. Which is more than can be said for some people.
Hmph...
Whoever says 'Hmph?'
Tuesday, 27 April 2010
Writer's Block.
I have things to say. I type one sentence and lose interest. I feel unwanted and uncared for. It's a shame for me, isn't it? And it's probably all your fault.
So I thought I'd throw up some pictures of beaches. They're nice. Which is more than can be said for some people.
Hmph...
Whoever says 'Hmph?'
So I thought I'd throw up some pictures of beaches. They're nice. Which is more than can be said for some people.
Hmph...
Whoever says 'Hmph?'
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feeling unwanted & uncared for is not a good feeling to have - i do hope it passes . . soon! beautiful photos, sighs im missing beachy strolls!
Thank you, Ruthie. No worries. It's just the child inside thing again. Sometimes the little @#*!%$ gets a bit sulky. I'll buy him an ice cream or something tomorrow.
I have to say, by the way, that I keep on looking at that picture of the child writing her wish in the sand. There's something so strong, innocent, peaceful and Gaelic about her face.
Beaches, you see...
Exquisite images -posted by an exquisite and lovely man named Jeff. I read the lyrics to an insightful song, written for one's inner child - here is the link:
http://womanmysticalworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-inner-child.html
hope you remembered the ice cream ;-)
Shay: Read the words. Yup. I liked the picture with them, too.
Ruthie: He wasn't sulking today. He was too busy gazing in awe at how green the greenhouse is now. He still finds it all rather magical.
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