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Powerful imagery: I love the complex nostalgia.

How loudly this silent song: How loudly this silent song sings! Yes. And there are rooms in our lives that may be forgotten but contain so much of us and much of what we still carry and breathe in our todays. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.

This is a sumptuous,: This is a sumptuous, far-reaching statement that only those who have experienced absolute and pure love can appreciate:   Love doesn't possess the other. It gives the loved one the precious gift of freedom, as you so monumentally expressed:   "I seek to loosen you from restraint:  what kind of lover seeks to bind the high rise of an emerging star?"   You maintain continuity and grandeur with celestial metaphors, including the "metallic blue socks" that take the skyclad lover to a new level of beauty and exposure.   A stunning way to break free from the gravity of the everyday.  

I always suspected that the: I always suspected that the people who arrive at ultimate truth, who carve a path through all the world's propaganda and programming, are those who are brave enough to consider that they could be wrong. This rare ability to put aside fear and pride and be open to new ideas shines bright in your inclusive, wise and teachable outlook.   It's also impressive that you avoid the temptation to make knee-jerk conclusions based on emotion.   I'm making a bold statement here, but I honestly believe that this perspective, if shared by many, could make this world a far better place.    Very enlightened guidance to grow by. 

It's a huge honor just to: It's a huge honor just to have you stop by. Your very encouraging comment meant so much, and I enjoy reading you as well. Thank you, wonderful weaver of words, for your support.   

With the falling of the: With the falling of the leaves comes that feeling of connections, not so much intimacy but its infrastructure breaking apart and landing where proximity won't allow. The separate paths thus continuing on in the succeeding cycles of being, another Spring but the same old feeling. Too poignant to describe. Thanks for having shared.

The power of the words you: The power of the words you have chosen, and how you have deployed them, radiaties off the page to a tremendous reading experience.