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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone 
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Thoughts and memories, like cobwebs made of finest dust wrap around me when I pass by and stick to me with a stubbornness born of desperation. The spider wants to eat. Little did he know my unknowing hand was about to invade his plan. I try to brush it away, yet it won't go. I am, in fact, more entrenched with every move. Yet I am not a fly, to be devoured momentarily. No, just a woman who cannot let go. |
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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
Ahh, gentle one, there is a time, when we have to walk away, hmm, I did post something about that, didn't I? ...gentle smile, maybe it was just for you |
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Eye Junior Member
since 2001-06-10
Posts 28Outside Looking In |
your final line is quite good. Another very meaningful yet accesible piece. My compliments. |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
now this is an excellent metaphor here Sandra. . . I like the idea that we're all just flies caught in that web that's woven by those who would like to keep us there. . . great job. . . ------------------------------------------------------------ To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
Seems the more we struggle against the web...the more of it entangles. Impressive! |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Letting go is always the hardest part, but in the end it is best. Nice write.  All writing comes |
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