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We ... Maybe someday.


We met.
Through,
The not so perfect crusts,
The alluring imperfections,
And, we are friends now.
Bonded at the mantle.
Digging for the core.
We ... Maybe someday.
Till then,
Counting blessings
Found together.



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  1. This post is perfect for the prompt! Very well done.

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  2. I like how this promises a deeper bond in the future (:

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    1. Thank you Draug. I really appreciate your visit and your kind words.

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  3. I love "alluring imperfections" and "maybe someday". They hint at a conflicted but hopeful relationship. Brings back wonderful and sad memories. Very nice.

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  4. This is such a hopeful, uplifting entry. I love it.

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  5. This: "Bonded at the mantle.
    Digging for the core." = was perfect

    you conveyed a lot in 33 words, Ruby. awesome.

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  6. The great thing about really good friends, is that they still likes us even when they get to know us.

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    1. Yes. I really am happy that you interpreted the post on these lines. Thank you Tara.

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  7. counting blessings found together

    perfect!

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    1. Thank you Barbara for your visit and your kind words.

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  8. Imperfections are what give a person beauty, I think. This was a perfect piece.

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    1. Thank you so much Kelly. I really cherish all your encouraging words.

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  9. Great writing-eggs one on to look through imperfections for a stronger relationship while counting one's blessings-beautiful!:-)

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    1. Thank you so much Atreyee. I really appreciate your visit and your inspiring words.

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  10. Wonderful, Ruby. Alluring imperfections and counting blessings - just great!

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  11. Such a nice response -- perfect, happy and upbeat! :D

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  12. Beautiful words Ruby! I love your line "Bonded at the mantle" - lovely description of that depth of human connection.

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  13. I love this...the friendship with the possibility of a deeper bond. Even better counting the friendship as a blessing instead of rushing 'more'.

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  14. This is a beautiful tribute to a friend if it is nonfiction. If not, it's a wonderful portrayal of a long term friendship!

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    1. Thank you Sandra for such kind words. This is purely a fictional piece and I am glad that you find this wonderful :)

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  15. Beautiful writing here, Ruby - possibly one of my favorites of yours so far! You've got some lovely phrases in here - "alluring imperfections" really resonates.

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    1. Thank you so much. I am really glad this makes to your favorite list. Thank you once again.

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  16. Sounds like a great friendship, Ruby. :-)

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  17. Wonderful! You are so talented!
    Hugs, Connie

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