Winter and I don’t get along.
Never have.
We don’t fight.
We just beat each other to a pulp with silence.
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“In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things, does the heart find its morning and is refreshed.”
― Khalil Gibran"Your breath touched my soul and
I saw beyond all limits."— Rumi"I had a feeling that Pandora's box contained the mysteries of woman's sensuality, so different from a man's and for which man's language was so inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented. The language of the senses was yet to be explored."
― Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus"I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred different ways" ~ Rumi
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Ha ha…yes, and Winter always wins.
Thank God it’s almost spring! I can’t get along with winter either.
Your comment is much appreciated Genie… thank you!
Smiling at that last sentence. Beating one another to a pulp with silence.
thank you ‘Lady of the Lake Superior’ !
