Untempered Thoughts of Unknown Friends
By HomeGrown
i write, you readi wait, you speakyou do not know who i amand i, only a vague conception of youwe are worlds apart in our livesyet here, in these endless confineswe are friendsreaching out to one anotherdesperately seeking a truth only acceptedfrom us, and to uswe are not bound by trivial mattersor worries of lossif we offend, we learnif we endow, we learnwhat we tell, we also listen to, learn fromwe are not even aquainted, and yetwe are friends in the truest sense of the wordwe are here, one for anotherto teach, learn, and listena shoulder, an ear, and a voice of reasonit is another part-time home for usso come to my hearth, warm your bonescontemplate your stories, and then, againyou write, i readyou wait, i speaksometimes this is everythingFadingFlower.com is a Godsend to me. I don't know what I would do with the things I write if it weren't for this site. Thanks again, Kevin. Written September 4th, 2001 © on Sep 04 2001 09:51 AM PST, DeTavis 0 • 9
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"i write, you readi wait, you speakyou do not know who i amand i, only a vague conception of youwe are worlds apart in our livesyet here, in these endless confineswe are friendsreaching out to one anotherdesperately seeking a truth only acceptedfrom us, and to uswe are not bound by trivial mattersor worries of lossif we offend, we learnif we endow, we learnwhat we tell, we also listen to, learn fromwe are not even aquainted, and yetwe are friends in the truest sense of the wordwe are here, one for anotherto teach, learn, and listena shoulder, an ear, and a voice of reasonit is another part-time home for usso come to my hearth, warm your bonescontemplate your stories, and then, againyou write, i readyou wait, i speaksometimes this is everythingFadingFlower.com is a Godsend to me. I don't know what I would do with the things I write if it weren't for this site. Thanks again, Kevin...."