THE OTHER LADY
What she wouldn't give to escape...hide, even, from the pain that never seemed to stop, that dogged her heels like a snapping cur, ready to maul and devour. Maybe she could slip back to Shalott, disappear in the tower. If she never looked out, no one would find her, and the wounds would heal...
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Quite a bit of you in those words K?....very poignant..
Yes...
Nice, but a bit sad.
:(
I know, Maggie...
Bit of you.....analysis?
Good analysis. :)
hiding does no good, they seem to fester
True...but it's always an impulse, isn't it?
Well that castle looks like a great place to hide! ...but yeah, hiding is a silly impulse..
Be like Rommel ( my page under videos ).
Will have a look...
Good. Always puts me in a good frame of mind when there are conflicts and problems to face.
Why do I never find those castles, I am sure I would have fun as well.
Castles are neat but cold, damp, and drafty. You see they are essentially caves without the benefit of a cave's relative stability with regard to temperature and humidity ( about 75 degrees and dry ).
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