tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501326220017913079.post482434676917379247..comments2023-05-23T01:01:41.415+10:00Comments on ¢üŘĩ☼ü§Əŗ ÅΏĐ ¢üŘĩ☼ü§Əŗ: MyselfWendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10974190496077346318noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501326220017913079.post-36539714047760881462011-03-07T06:26:22.306+11:002011-03-07T06:26:22.306+11:00Two men looked through prison bars.
One saw mud, t...<i>Two men looked through prison bars.<br />One saw mud, the other, stars</i>.<br /><br />I can't remember who wrote that. But it's good. <br /><br />I "walked backwards" with you Wendy, until you reached your "chamber of fortitude," with its resilience, drive, determination, passion and courage. Maybe those things are like clothes; you need to take them off the rack, try them on, see how they feel. Maybe you just can't see them clearly now. Maybe they look too small, too tattered. Maybe when you try them on, they will be very different.Miss Sadiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08569594607534260565noreply@blogger.com