You are so observant!
I can’t get enough of your attention to detail, curious unflinching open-eyed mind.
Even while I’m on vacation. : )
The whole messy world settles to Right somehow when you pay attention Allison. I wonder if so this unique individual magic like this of yours could emerge is the meaning of life.
I don’t wonder about right balance and the mysteries of life when I read you. It’s suddenly all settled. Maybe this is the thing I couldn’t put my finger on when I tried to explain the allure of your blog.
Thank you for paying some of your magic attention this way. : ) It’s better than currency.
I am reading again.
Your story wrecked me.
I wanted to be little you, but it wouldn’t allow. Now I get you, why you tap universes in me. All I could do anymore to curl up into little me.
I was at the verge of falling into a game and that child from another time blew me in. Trapped in fun, mini refreshing Never Never.
That was all of you I could hold in my chest without something I don’t understand or control happening, Allison. Same as when I read Whitman somewhere in song of myself my lungs try to escape.
Anyway, I am not that mature so I just stayed there and didn’t come back to report myself and your story missing.
Abrazos inmensos,
Glad you were not lost, but rather, busy finding.
We can talk via e-mail, or other media, if you like.
Oh, and my little story is still a secret, sweetie. 😉
waywardspirit 
zero is till a thing/thought, enjoy dear, the task seems to be heavy.
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All and nothing are now one and the same, eh?
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You are so observant!
I can’t get enough of your attention to detail, curious unflinching open-eyed mind.
Even while I’m on vacation. : )
The whole messy world settles to Right somehow when you pay attention Allison. I wonder if so this unique individual magic like this of yours could emerge is the meaning of life.
I don’t wonder about right balance and the mysteries of life when I read you. It’s suddenly all settled. Maybe this is the thing I couldn’t put my finger on when I tried to explain the allure of your blog.
Thank you for paying some of your magic attention this way. : ) It’s better than currency.
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Well, un-Zen yourself when you return from you vacation, and write something!
I did a poem the other day.
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The poem, evidently, did you, Allison.
Floating? You?
A poem thinks
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Not usually at will.
Floating is always
a surprise. 🙂
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Surprise!
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Come back soon.
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How could I stay away from you?
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Yes, come back soon.
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I am reading again.
Your story wrecked me.
I wanted to be little you, but it wouldn’t allow. Now I get you, why you tap universes in me. All I could do anymore to curl up into little me.
I was at the verge of falling into a game and that child from another time blew me in. Trapped in fun, mini refreshing Never Never.
That was all of you I could hold in my chest without something I don’t understand or control happening, Allison. Same as when I read Whitman somewhere in song of myself my lungs try to escape.
Anyway, I am not that mature so I just stayed there and didn’t come back to report myself and your story missing.
Hugged
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Abrazos inmensos,
Glad you were not lost, but rather, busy finding.
We can talk via e-mail, or other media, if you like.
Oh, and my little story is still a secret, sweetie. 😉
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