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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Your first memories are of two heartbeats enmeshed in sacred rhythms. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Magical, sacred beginnings! Awesome! Love, Margherita |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Interesting. Positive. Insightful. ~ Don't insult the alligator till after you cross the river. ~ |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
The trouble is that we generally don't remember those first memories - not consciously, that is, but I've no doubt that we do on a subconscious level. We feel it perhaps. Yes, magical! Helen |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Wow, this is the sound of two hearts beating as one, and a profound and endless love. Enjoyed your musings here. |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Thank you Margherita, JerryPat2, Honeybunch, and BluesSerenade for your kind comments. It is perhaps at least a partial explanation why we as humans here are so affected by music and chant. Yet, as the title implies, all this must be taken with a grain of humor, as in: "That sum*****, I'll never want to leave the womb again." "Yeah, there's no lions and tigers and bears in there!" |
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