this is the story of a girl who lived in the basement of the girl next door sheltered in the confines of a suburban tract house dungeon; her punishment for runnin' wild with dreams half unlatched she ran like a spirit in the night from those badlands wind blowin' through her hair shielding her eyes from the blinding light she hugged onto a shoreline of hope someday soon, she's not sure when her savior will rise up from the streets with an armload of rain soaked roses and second chances Rene ~ 2010 Click Here to join Magpie Tales creative writing group .

Love this twist and I understand wanting a little peace and quiet so you can absorb.
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ReplyDeleteSometimes, there's just a whole lot of noise going on...
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genius
ReplyDeletenice. if you find that silence let me know...think we all need someone to listen....
ReplyDeleteThe sound of silence is one of the most beautiful sounds in the universe.
ReplyDelete...and speaking of silence...I'm still here - rarely commenting these days, but I'm still here. Just thought I'd let you know.
Ah! Satori!
ReplyDeleteSilence seems to be out of fashion these days, but I'm still fond of it.
ReplyDeleteVery cute picture!
huge fan of silence, here. xo
ReplyDeleteThat´s cool! :-)
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ReplyDeleteI really like this one.
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