tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075224319054587651.post4750851879979401034..comments2023-03-28T07:32:16.266-07:00Comments on Moineau en France: the tone of my dreamsLaura Tattoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503853041054419287noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075224319054587651.post-22846149063327792302010-07-26T11:49:57.493-07:002010-07-26T11:49:57.493-07:00Dreams ... could you be a fledgling on the edge of...Dreams ... could you be a fledgling on the edge of the nest ... wandering back and forth in indecision ... coming back to the edge again and again? When you fly, mon petite, it will be okay.Stirling Davenporthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07974286252135492445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075224319054587651.post-34832055392668121432010-07-20T23:08:55.435-07:002010-07-20T23:08:55.435-07:00Keep rowing
Steady now
The sun will rise
And with...Keep rowing <br />Steady now<br />The sun will rise<br />And with it your spirit<br />On the wings of freedom<br />And the foundation of loveterramerehttp://www.terramere.gather.comnoreply@blogger.com