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It’s funny how things happen, how oblivious I am to my surroundings, and who I am, until I hit that proverbial brick wall and wonder why all I had done just faded away. She reminded me often of that. I don’t think I ever forgave her. After all, wasn’t it she who taught me how to hide my feelings, how to disappear into oblivion.
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TheMisfit said:
Beautiful piece of work 💗
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much ❤
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Trini Lind said:
Beautiful writing!! 💖💖💖💖💖
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much, Trini!! ❤ ❤ ❤
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Poet Rummager said:
I love this piece! Oblivion, how I know you too well. We introverts enjoy disappearing.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Yes, so many times I wish I could have just stayed there.
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Poet Rummager said:
I know what you mean, but then I would miss you so… 😘
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Dorinda Duclos said:
I’d send you the address 😉
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Poet Rummager said:
Ha! Okay then. I’ll bring chocolates. 😀
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Dorinda Duclos said:
I’ve got the wine 😀
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Poet Rummager said:
Yes!
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Dorinda Duclos said:
🍷🍷🍷
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Henrietta Watson said:
A very good post. Thanks for sharing!
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much! 🙂
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