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Winter’s Feathered Dance

The onset of winter brings a quiet magic, a stillness that envelops the world and invites us to notice the smaller, gentler moments around u...

Friday, April 13, 2012

I am really sorry ...


I guess it is in books alone, that there are no spaces for sorry.
In life, it sure is otherwise.
So – for all those times when I failed you
I am really sorry.

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15 comments:

  1. AnonymousApril 13, 2012 at 11:14 AM

    So sincere and from the heart.(Latitudes of a Day)

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  2. AmandaApril 13, 2012 at 11:21 AM

    Oh, this makes me feel sad. Very nice apology - it seems genuine.

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  3. UnknownApril 13, 2012 at 6:25 PM

    Lovely.

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  4. k~April 13, 2012 at 11:39 PM

    Delightfully delicious apology.

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  5. According to Mags...April 14, 2012 at 5:43 AM

    Beautifully written. It sounds genuine.

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  6. you gotta wonderApril 14, 2012 at 10:00 AM

    I'd like to put this on a t-shirt. Nice job with the prompt!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsApril 14, 2012 at 5:28 PM

      It would be fun to see this one on a t-shirt. Feel free if you want to do so. Thank you so much.

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  7. AnonymousApril 14, 2012 at 7:19 PM

    That feels like the kind of thing a parent might whisper to a sleeping child.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsApril 14, 2012 at 7:22 PM

      I like this interpretation. Even though I wrote this up, I did not see this side. I like it. I love it. Thank you so much.

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  8. The Gal HerselfApril 15, 2012 at 3:21 PM

    This is heart-touchingly sincere. Nice job!

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  9. idiosyncratic eyeApril 15, 2012 at 5:32 PM

    Beautiful, really struck a cord. :)

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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