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Oof, the longing in this chapter is deep. That and the power of the imagination—how it can be a torture even. Beautiful, profound writing as always, Mary.

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What a lovely, meaningful comment, Holly. Thank you so much, lovely, for reading and commenting: Means so much.

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Beautiful writing, Mary and I love what you do with the colour blue. The Socrates conversation was delightful, too!

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Ah that blue. Lovely to have you, brilliant writer Jeffrey, as a reader.

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Oct 28Liked by <Mary L. Tabor>

Ah the emptiness! The fools death! Loved seeing a peek into Robert’s existence at the top of this chapter, and how is orderly way is in such contrast to his almost manic, vivid imaginings. He’s quite a conundrum. So much depth in this piece, I need to go back and read it again so I can savor all your bread crumbs!

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What a reader you are, dear Kimberly!

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Oct 27Liked by <Mary L. Tabor>

What a lyrical passage on longing and desire. "On a city street when she was a mere shadow, blocks away, I knew her." And still you maintain the suspense, the risk in Robert and Lena's relationship, in Isaac's presence, real or imagined, on the balcony. Great stuff!

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Your words mean so much. I thank you from my heart to yours, Del.

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Oct 24Liked by <Mary L. Tabor>

Fools die for want of heart…I love this phrase. ❤️

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Ah ...thank you.

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