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Hi Look! I have always enjoyed your blogs and you interactions with all those who comment on your blogs. I never visited the chat rooms much, though I did when I first joined, I found I enjoyed the blogs more. Reading your blogs I can tell you have a good heart and a sweet soul. I wish you a Happy New Year and look forward to reading more of your blogs. I do not miss reading your blogs, Nile. I have learned many things from the articles you have so far uploaded. Take care of yourself. I wish you a pleasant 2023.
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LOOK, ALL MY VERY BEST WISHES TO YOU FOR THE END OF THIS YEAR. TAKE CARE AND STAY HEALTHY SO YOU WILL SING TO US FOR A LONG TIME TO COME.
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Happy New Year to you too I joined in June 21 this site that is
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Look I remember back then. Tell your granddaughter a guy in Texas remembers her painting of the dominant rickshaw with huge tires and people moving in the background. One in a dominant-colored red coat. Our discussion of what she was stressing in the picture while painting AND if she would think the same way about it in the future. That future is NOW. Many years later. Some things are worth remembering. LOL Perhaps you could repost the picture again. Stay safe my friend. Live Long and Prosper, my friend.
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Happy New Year to you too I joined in June 21 this site that is
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Happy Holidays Look ! HUGS
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Hugs, dear Star. Have a pleasant New Year. Stay well and cheerful always.
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'I know not if you will care To remember this man Coming and singing with no intent Off and on at your door. Time flows on, So long as I am here, I like to see the flash of a smile Of sudden happiness on your face If and when we meet, My songs yearn after that. Flowers blossom in spring, Wither and fall in its wake. The gift of fullness in the transient moment Expresses their sole purpose. But my days will come to an end, The light will fade into dusk, Melodies faint away to cease, And the Veena retire to rest. Till then let me sing So long as I am here. Won't the gift of your smile delight and fill in these playful float-some moments?' And so it is. Cheers
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'I know not if you will care To remember this man Coming and singing with no intent Off and on at your door. Time flows on, So long as I am here, I like to see the flash of a smile Of sudden happiness on your face If and when we meet, My songs yearn after that. Flowers blossom in spring, Wither and fall in its wake. The gift of fullness in the transient moment Expresses their sole purpose. But my days will come to an end, The light will fade into dusk, Melodies faint away to cease, And the Veena retire to rest. Till then let me sing So long as I am here. Won't the gift of your smile delight and fill in these playful float-some moments?' And so it is. Cheers I remember those days when we exchanged our views in the chat rooms on various issues, especially when I was the target of uncalled-for attacks by someone I liked. I have not forgotten your unconditional support, Lilium. I hope you are keeping well. The song, posted above, was written by the Bengali Nobel laureate R. N. Tagore in the year 1927 It is one of my favorite songs. Thanks for stopping by. Take care. Have a pleasant 2023.
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I enjoy your posts. They are non-critical, an easy read or just nice pictures showing your gentle soul. That's refreshing. Judgment Day will be interesting - and all paths lead there.
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I enjoy your posts. They are non-critical, an easy read or just nice pictures showing your gentle soul. That's refreshing.
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