On tip toes..awakened by the birds..I walk quietly through the grass on the Hilltop..its covered with pearls..dewdrops in first light..another day..another dawn..another summers day..
“Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.”
Emily Dickinson
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I like the idea of ambling through the grass; I have to get used to being a bit alone this summer, but it is the perfect time to read, think and write. I think Miss Dickinson will accompany me this evening for a read on my porch. Oh my friend, happy day!
Prachtig, prachtig...
Dankjewel!
My dear and wonderful Dutchess....I left a comment on that WONDERFUL post from four years ago....and I wanted to come back here to make sure you got my response.
I will NEVER forget that book exchange. I will never forget writing that poem, because you inspired it. I am now writing poetry because of YOU.
You are that one special star that shines for me, that I will see always, in the sky. I have to tell you that your special message in my mailbox and your memory of that book was a timely message for me today. Isn't it remarkable how I sent you that book, then FOUR years later, you sent me the link that post? It is a miracle for me at this moment that I received it, because I was thinking of you.
I will never forget.
Beautiful!
Oh, ook al zo mooi ...
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