You are most welcome. It would have been petty to cut and paste after you went through the trouble of expressing a concern that required some sort of fluid response from the personal inflection of the responders. Makes me wonder how the cut and pasters would fair in open conversation without their notebooks and computers to think for them?
My favourite season is any one in which I have even the smallest portion of my sweetheart. She does so impress all that is good about each quarter of the year upon my heart and soul. Simply an enchantingly wholesome woman. Exquisite design that brings out all the colours, scents, and sounds of life to their fullest.
To be fair we are all guilty of this at one point or another in our lives. In defense I would like to say that sometimes what we wish to express has already been done by someone else, so much more eloquently and thoroughly than we could possibly manifest within our own simple words. Of course there are always those so lazy or inept that they try to impress others by their virtual collections of responses to the few ideals they hold close to. When an opinion is required it is responsible to have some form or ability to fabricate the answers from within our own ideology. The best resort to me when a cut paste scenario is used is to add to it in a following notation, expressing how it impacts the general tone or subject that it was derived of.
Again perhaps some have no ability to communicate what they feel as they are socially crippled or not up to what they perceive as the intellectual quotient required, and out of fear they copy someone else's words to hide behind. It is also a likely safety net to deflect any inconsistency through the plagiarised report as it is not theirs if and when it falls apart under further scrutiny.
Hello lovely lady glad to see the smelling salts revived you from the fainting spell earlier, how could i live with myself knowing I had caused you even the slightest harm?
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
Hence the breath of life we have denoted as the soul. The ultimate gift from the Creator, a portion of himself to allow us to experience his wonderful creation in full.
No but I do reside 9000 feet underground Monday to Thursday from 5:00 PM to 5:00 AM so perhaps it is catching
Actually I just bump-mapped the image and colourized it. Felt comparable to how my self image was when I got here. No offense taken I have thick as stone skin...
OMG!!!!! You live in my second favourite American city... The greatest artist in my lifetime abides in East Stroudsburg PA and I have to go there before he passes away. I so need to see his work up close and smell it. You are the luckiest person I have ever seen on this site. Damn now I need to go and look at my art books...
Hey its girl boy girl boy... and you my dear are not drooling and walking bow-legged... back to bed...
You are not supposed to be here today and that is my story and I am sticking to it. Besides I have been posting based on whom I run across today as they happen in the gender order I specified above so
But of course your turn will come, so you better get back under the covers and fog up those windows or I could find a few teasers for your list...
We can only teach by example as was taught to us by the Son of God. Change begins within and spreads like the verdant spring from the life we share with the world one person at a time. Concerted efforts are not appropriate as they amount to force and domination no matter the end. The means do not justify the end in any case and rebellion is always the forefront of the exact opposite of what you seek. Throw down the unrighteous to take their places, not for me thanks.
For the reward of a smile unhindered by force I most assuredly would. This simple grin would pave the dark from the bleakest night and its boon warm a heart eternally.
Winter A time of cleansing, with purity and fresh starts. The snows begin to fall leaving raised patterns where your feet had just passed. The wind wraps its hands about you caressing the heat from your body. Your breath falls to the ground, and is absorbed by the sunlight straining to keep its memories of you. The world slowly becomes a blinding landscape of crystals and all hues, shades, tints and tones of white, a mirror to the glow of your eyes. The trees eager to please but thickened in their movements desperately clutch at the weighty blankets seeking to wrap themselves about you as you pass between them. Holding the cloudy material in pockets that cause their naked limbs to droop and strain. The animals are drawn during the light to witness your approach and continued journey. Again they feel no fear and only awe at your existence, smiling in their knowing way. The fish once able to burst through their liquid world to glance upon your passing now strain futilely against the impenetrable shield that imposes a barrier between you. Settling for a tinted glance as you walk by they head back to the warmth of their depths, as the snows, jealous of their stares blow and drift upon the sheet between you, further obscuring their sight. The sounds of nature have grown all but silent, but the capable sing to you in memory and promise of days gone by and days yet to come. The crispness begins to fade to a softer tone, and the fluff beneath your feet gains a bounce and give. Soon the sun warms again as if waking to smile upon your visage and the world rejoices again. Snow begins to melt and pool, running down the slopes of the world before you. Bringing with it the blessing of life in its passing and the hints of rebirth and renewal. Tender shoots reach forth for your touch as you pass and the trees begin to spread their joy again. The first born of the year arrive and smile again as you pass them by gracing them with your vision. The cycle begins anew with each step you take.
Autumn A time of endings, with the promise of more tomorrows. Early morning brings the crispness of each tender footstep crashing like cymbals throughout the air. Resonating and echoing to the farthest points of vision. The abundance of colour painted before you shames all the life for its vain attempt to outdo your beauty, and the leaves begin to fall. The gentle staccato rhythm of rain on the new flooring spreading its way before your path limes the trail as yet unwalked. Smells of earthiness and the beauty of decay assail your senses desperate for your attention. The animals prance about oblivious to the intrusions your presence should bring, fearless in the face of your innocence. Playful yet eager to prepare for the coming changes, they linger only lightly but serenely bow before your gaze accepting of your watchful eye. The lights provide more shadows now and the cool breeze tries futilely to capture your breath. Siroccos attempt to thrust themselves into your grasp but are cooled and driven back by the coolness held in the life about you. The trees seek to shelter your journey as though partaking in an ancient ritual of times unknown. Birds begin to lift to the skies and circle overhead in remembrance before looking far away to their own journeys. The babies once rapt with your playful shadows now stand rapt and attentive to your every move following as you draw them inexorably deeper into the days. The first flashes of purity spray from the heavens determined to hide your path. Eager to protect your journey and remove all but the slightest hint of your passing. Keepers of secrets flying the winds and alighting upon each sacred step of your path. The air cools and draws deeper nights.
Summer A time of happiness, full of the warmth of life. Sounds of vitality echo throughout your passage, making the colours shine like they were created just for you. The heat of the day comes just to hold you tight, and forces tiny jewelled beads of perspiration to roll enticingly down your bronzing skin, joining in little streams which run paths along your curves adding to your luminescence. Life is in full concert at the beginning and ending of each day, like they play an ode to your very being. Dancing pollen and seeds alight upon you seeming to grow stronger with but a single brushing glance and plummet off to begin their stories. The coolness of night is like a blanket thrown about you to preserve your strength, and enables you to continue each choreographed step you take. The light has deigned to stay alit in your hair and your eyes are full of radiance providing the light by which the night becomes visible. The purity of your being blesses the land and the night rejoices in full harmony with your presence. The jewelled treasures of the waters have grown and dart and flit about desperate to catch your eye and the blessing they promise. Nature’s children bow their heads reverently as you pass them, each in a state of fearlessness and pride to share the same moment with you. The leaves begin to dance on the wind that heralds change again, and they tint themselves so as to take naught from your beauty as you pass. The days grow shorter and the blustering heat gives way to more placid climes.
Spring The time of renewal, a blessed time of flowers and birth. The smile on your face broadens as you witness the glories of life. Your yearning for the rivers and creeks, overflows with the bounty of jewelled life glistening in the currents. The smells lift you on the currents of the breeze, and your footsteps linger little more than shadows, which grow less solid with each passing day. The bounce in your step, a life of its own, leads you deeper and deeper into uncharted territory. Adventure and seeking driving you to explore, the myriad facets reviving before you. The warm breeze caresses you skin and sets your hair aflutter. The scent of you drifts in the air, mingling with flowers and the abundance of life about. Eager to take it all in, your eyes wide, your nostrils flaring, glowing skin and a pace like your heartbeat. Steady yet purposeful. Dust begins to follow in your wake as you no longer follow the beaten trail. Branches bend before you with the slightest touch and spring erect behind you, blessed by your gentle glance. They seek the glory of your desires and stretch forth their limbs to reach the sun. The light twinkles in your heavenly eyes as you peer about constantly, and butterflies constantly attempt to alight on these gleaming mirrors to the flowers blooming everywhere. Your innocence baits the deluge of young animals to witness your ethereal passing through their domains. The curious follow a while trailing in your afterglow, seeming to smile and happily start back to their families, fulfilled. The days pass in series with your blessings passed out about you radiating like the petals on a daisy, lingering on each and every gift before you. Warmth increases and the days draw into something else.
Sweetheart, once the OP and your lovely self finally get over the bashfuls and meet, the spontaneity and romance that flourishes from such a divine union, will fill the world to the brim with the excess Love from your consortium and everyone will hear the divine essence of romance in every single part of their day. So no more dilly dallying get to it I could use the help here....
Imagine a pile of money 275 feet wide, 450 feet deep and 1000 feet tall. As tall as an 84 story building. Stacked in a single pile it would be 44,193 miles high.
This is the apex of what you seek... look no further her words have the ring of truth that binds the heart and soul. Of course it could also be applied to the opposite gender with equal opportunity and the same measure of grace.
Certainly if she would let me carry her parcels (shooping trips with Claayer come to mind) and walk a few steps behind so as to not tarnish the lovely vision of her passing.
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or flowers?
popcorn?
perhaps a pet? 
or maybe a 
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