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previous posts ... small thing, big impact: this isn't really a small thing, because it took the loss of Madame Butterfly for it to occur, but something positive has come out of all that, which is my sister and i spending more time chatting than we have since children ... a big impact, and a healthy one i believe me: this is
actually my webpage, which will need to be worked on as well, especially since i am making
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It is pretty amazing how high a pitch the voice of a male can get when one is about to hit the wrong buttons on His cd player. Okay, so i am not very good with anything mechanical. Well at least not techy stuff that produces music. i'm pretty much amazed when computers keep working while i am nearby. Still, Master's pretty funny with that look of dismay on His face. It's Sunday, and i can feel my mood shifting to one of wistfulness, knowing that shortly i will have to return home and back to its reality. It is becoming harder and harder to go back there, when my soul stays here. i find myself spending the rest of the week trying to push time forward, so that i can return. i want to remain where i feel warm. Where i feel the arms of welcoming enfold me and offer me a haven. Where i feel wanted, and needed, and cared for, protected. Where my opinions are valued and asked for, and respect is shown to me. No-one here faults me for being janine. They only help me to be her, and to not be ashamed of that. And very soon, i shall stay. ... shadoe
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Sunday afternoons in October are made for comfy clothes and hot tea ...