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Let it be
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Let it be In between the burnt purple sunset and the cobalt blue sky that follows with the first star, is a fragment of time where unless specific attention is paid, things go lost. Little things, pink barrettes, topaz rings, the top to a jar, the smell of lilacs through the window, your one true love. The year she noticed the lilac smell leave, she began to experiment. She would place her very most favorite things on the table in front of her as the sky turned crimson. She would write a list of the items and number them, showing their placement. This, she did for weeks. And always some other thing would go missing. Something she yearned for deeply, knowing only when it was lost its true significance. Would she never know her own heart? With time, loss became as much a part of her as every other part. The man who claimed her, called her Perdida for he knew her well. His love was strong but his life was short. Their grew and like seeds scattered on the wind. Her house filled with whispers, the eventide stole from her with such regularity that she took to keeping her purse in the freezer. One morning, sitting in her garden, watching the sun rise, a ladybug landed on the rim of her cup. It is rare to see a ladybug with an uneven number of spots, this one had five. It lingered. She wanted to sip her coffee but she wanted the ladybug’s company more. Together they appreciated the softening sky as night slipped off to bide its time. She inhaled the smell of damp earth with heavy eyes. When next she looked, the little red bug was gone. She reached for the cup, the coffee barely warm, yet its taste divine. The first ray of sun hit her neck, like the hand of a lover.  It was then that she walked inside, took her purse from the freezer, dropped it on a chair. The world would take and it would give. She opened the windows wide. Let it be. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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I haven't got a British/American English dictionary easily at hand - I know I can find out on the Internet but I've started replying so I'll finish unprepared - I'm presuming your ladybug is my ladybird.   [image]
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Let it be is beautiful.
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Yep
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Beautiful..........
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Wicked! You are such a dreamer. Let it be is all she could do.
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Let it be... could cure so many peoples anxiety. Vive La Difference
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Everyone's lives have their ups and downs. We have to enjoy the ups whenever we can... and just deal with the downs as they come up. Worrying about what might happen only reduces the time we spend enjoying the good things. Beautiful writing, as always...
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this is very beautiful wicked hugsssss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Fuck yeah.
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The scent of damp earth; lilacs on the breeze; the morning sky; coffee's tipping-point temperature; heavy eyes; sun on the back of the neck; a lover's touch; the long love of a short lifetime: there for but an instant — but the instant is always now. This is the divine; this is what's holy. We play hide-and-seek with our own hearts.
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ah yes, Linda again. She could make you drift as you close your eyes and listen to her make that song come alive.
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