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A Solemn Pleasure: March 2010
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Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief itself arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain." Charles Dickens. Friday, March 26, 2010. These are the reflections of the first days; but when the lapse of time proves the reality of the evil, then the actual bitterness of grief commences. Yet from whom has not that rude hand rent away some dear connection?
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A Solemn Pleasure: Break
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Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief itself arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain." Charles Dickens. Wednesday, May 2, 2012. I think I'll let Tennyson speak for me today: three years. Break, break, break, indeed. Break, Break, Break. By Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Break, break, break,. On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter. Thanks f...
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A Solemn Pleasure: May 2010
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Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief itself arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain." Charles Dickens. Sunday, May 2, 2010. It has been one year since I felt my William move for the last time inside my belly. It has been one year since I saw his still heart on the ultrasound monitor. It has been one year since I thought I'd never breathe again. And I can feel joy.
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A Solemn Pleasure: February 2010
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Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief itself arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain." Charles Dickens. Wednesday, February 24, 2010. I want you not to go. It was good as good goes. I want you not to go. So what to do. With the rest of the day's afternoon hey. Isn't it strange how we change. Did I do all that I should. That I coulda done. Remember we used to dance.
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A Solemn Pleasure: November 2009
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Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief itself arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain." Charles Dickens. Saturday, November 21, 2009. But I'm not walking around with a bullet-sized hole in me. I am walking around with a you-sized hole in me. And I don't know any forensic expert or doctor or scientist who can measure the size of that hole.or really tell...But, my s...
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A Solemn Pleasure: The Falling Star
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Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief itself arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain." Charles Dickens. Friday, January 20, 2012. I saw a star slide down the sky,. Blinding the north as it went by,. Too burning and too quick to hold,. Too lovely to be bought or sold,. Good only to make wishes on. And then forever to be gone. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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A Solemn Pleasure: May Day
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Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief itself arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain." Charles Dickens. Tuesday, May 1, 2012. They were sitting, they were sitting in the strawberry swing. And every moment was so precious. They were sitting, they were talking in the strawberry swing. And everybody was for fighting, wouldn't wanna waste a thing. The Evil Home Stereo.
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A Solemn Pleasure: January 2012
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Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief itself arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain." Charles Dickens. Friday, January 20, 2012. I saw a star slide down the sky,. Blinding the north as it went by,. Too burning and too quick to hold,. Too lovely to be bought or sold,. Good only to make wishes on. And then forever to be gone. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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A Solemn Pleasure: May 2012
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Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief itself arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain." Charles Dickens. Wednesday, May 2, 2012. I think I'll let Tennyson speak for me today: three years. Break, break, break, indeed. Break, Break, Break. By Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Break, break, break,. On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter. People m...
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A Solemn Pleasure: March 2012
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Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief itself arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain." Charles Dickens. Friday, March 30, 2012. Begin" by The Wailin' Jennys. Hey, maybe the timejust wasn't right to hang on. When are you gonna learn. Sometimes things turn instead of turn out. Hey, when are you gonna stand. Stop looking over your shoulder. Hey, let go. Hey, let go.
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