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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
6/13/2012 |
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| SO POWERFUL, Diana, and each trembling syllable makes me sweat. Love the spareness which speaks of the keen tautness of every strained sense and "paranoid" antenna. Jonah is my first, middle and surname for certain sure; I was thought to be a gall stone pre-birth and quickly became a millstone after... xx |
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| Reviewed by Vivian Dawson |
6/13/2012 |
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Wandering far from home *Diana*
expanding horizons can cure that
need of soup!!!! you so richly
wrote about....
Lady Vivian |
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| Reviewed by Annabel Sheila |
6/13/2012 |
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| This is life in a teacup....its a great balancing act where guilt and shame, the heaviest burdens we carry, keep trying to knock us down...it truly takes a lifetime to shed that load and realized your own worth....took me 34 years! But I'm at the top of that climb now...still licking my wounds...but breathing fresh air untainted by shame.... |
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| Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley |
6/12/2012 |
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this seemed to be the theme of our era, but most of us strong souls manage to overcome those hurdles and "balancing in a stoop" for we should never have to grow through shame, but a lovely way "to peg a survival loop -- a hoop in the climb of Shame."
Nicely done
Love and Light
Lily |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
6/12/2012 |
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| And the air smells of exhilaration after that survivalist climb, never to look down at Shame again. |
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| Reviewed by Odin Roark |
6/12/2012 |
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| Interesting use of the climber tools to dramatize the tenuous nature of peace of mind, given the clubbing most of take growing up in a duplicitous conditioning. |
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| Reviewed by Budd Nelson |
6/12/2012 |
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Diana,
I never did care much for soup, now I know why. I can't balance either.
Budd |
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| Reviewed by Asa Seeley |
6/12/2012 |
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standing tall...after bending low, for so long. thanks for the share
asa |
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