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Comment from FlamingSpade
I found your non fiction entry intriguing because for me most of it was lyrical. Your message was sad but well written and well thought out. I entered the same contest but our stories are worlds apart. Good luck! Thank you for sharing .
reply by the author on 07-Jan-2012
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I found your non fiction entry intriguing because for me most of it was lyrical. Your message was sad but well written and well thought out. I entered the same contest but our stories are worlds apart. Good luck! Thank you for sharing .
Comment Written 07-Jan-2012
reply by the author on 07-Jan-2012
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When it comes to real life stories there are a million paragraphs. It was lyrical and with good reason. It was an emotional journey through death and abandonment and the facts weren't all that interesting,
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Thanks for explaining! As a novice I thought I was wrong about the lyrical note. Yes, a very emotional journey which you took us through. Absolutely. Uninteresting facts? Or unable to relive the pain again on paper? Ginger
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Darling woman, should you doubt te journey, you can always pug into my portfolio and get a full dose of my reality...paper is not the issue.
Comment from peggles
This was a lovely walk you took me on
the descriptions of your woods is delightful
I thought this to be a lovely story a little sad a reflective
and a excellent entry in the contest
good luck I am sure this will do well
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This was a lovely walk you took me on
the descriptions of your woods is delightful
I thought this to be a lovely story a little sad a reflective
and a excellent entry in the contest
good luck I am sure this will do well
Comment Written 07-Jan-2012
reply by the author on 07-Jan-2012
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It is always sad to leave people begind or see then skip ahead. The pastels blur into smudges and its hard to understand where one life began and another ended.
Comment from Realist101
Hi Ingrid...this is wonderful writing. It evokes my love, and obsession with nature and a desire to be outside all the time. I wish I could allow you a six for this. I'm sure someone will. I love this. And you. Suse
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Hi Ingrid...this is wonderful writing. It evokes my love, and obsession with nature and a desire to be outside all the time. I wish I could allow you a six for this. I'm sure someone will. I love this. And you. Suse
Comment Written 07-Jan-2012
reply by the author on 07-Jan-2012
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3 days and counting...darling woman...all will be fine...i have a crystal ball, ingrid
Comment from Cheryl Daphine
What a sad story. A lonely path. It speaks so well of our dissapointment at times with how our lives turn out. Children move on and partners pass,and there we are. Shows the need for 'Someone' bigger than ourselves,to be the center of our lives. Very well written and best wishes with this entry.
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What a sad story. A lonely path. It speaks so well of our dissapointment at times with how our lives turn out. Children move on and partners pass,and there we are. Shows the need for 'Someone' bigger than ourselves,to be the center of our lives. Very well written and best wishes with this entry.
Comment Written 07-Jan-2012
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It's months away, but something stirred inside me when the conts]est surfaced. I'm pretty sure you get the whole thing. Thanks for sharing this time with em.
Comment from Sue Hosein
Excellent piece of work, one that held my attention and spoke to my inner self as though it was me talking. Truly a wonderful narration of thoughts, hopes, fears and sense loss.The path seems to talk as does the oak tree and of course the chipmunks.The ups and downs of life, a full run of it rather emphasizes on how minuscule our existence is when abetted against the nature.The story made me think about myself and how I will feel as I grow old, frail and eventually die. How I wish for such a haven for myself and a path of my own!
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Excellent piece of work, one that held my attention and spoke to my inner self as though it was me talking. Truly a wonderful narration of thoughts, hopes, fears and sense loss.The path seems to talk as does the oak tree and of course the chipmunks.The ups and downs of life, a full run of it rather emphasizes on how minuscule our existence is when abetted against the nature.The story made me think about myself and how I will feel as I grow old, frail and eventually die. How I wish for such a haven for myself and a path of my own!
Comment Written 07-Jan-2012
reply by the author on 07-Jan-2012
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I think you can find that path on a subway platform. It's very easy to be distracted by self importance and even though we may not want to be heroic in our gifts to humanity we should make a promise of absolute truth to ourselves.
Comment from poetrylover8624
I love, love, love the way the author uses great vocabulary in order to set the mood in an impressive manner. I also like how the big oak symbolizes deeper meaning with the author.
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reply by the author on 07-Jan-2012
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I love, love, love the way the author uses great vocabulary in order to set the mood in an impressive manner. I also like how the big oak symbolizes deeper meaning with the author.
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Comment Written 07-Jan-2012
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I suspct that tree is still living, still surviving without my validation. Thanks for sharing the night.
Comment from Silverlight_Glow
I love this. Generation to generation, we lose touch with the natural world...becoming united with our own technological, urban lifestyle. We fit our temperature to suit us, instead of using what is provided to withstand the temperature.
The sadness at the loss of the trees, compared with earlier feelings of annoyance with other forms of life, show growth. The narrator has reached a level of empathy that many people do not acknowledge. While they are uncomfortable when reminded that our lifestyle infringes on the right to life of other organisms, they don't actually mourn it.
Also, too quick of a change can be traumatic. The narrator clearly is honest. The only connections we have to the ecosystem are often mechanical...like a snowmobile. While it is acknowledged that the path itself is not sacred, the tone of the progressing story allows the path to BECOME sacred, as it leads the narrator to the "next level". Again, too quick of a change is traumatic.
Clearly, the mood is of a spiritual experience, disturbingly sad, while at the same time, completely freeing.
I haven't read something this beautiful in a long time.
reply by the author on 07-Jan-2012
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I love this. Generation to generation, we lose touch with the natural world...becoming united with our own technological, urban lifestyle. We fit our temperature to suit us, instead of using what is provided to withstand the temperature.
The sadness at the loss of the trees, compared with earlier feelings of annoyance with other forms of life, show growth. The narrator has reached a level of empathy that many people do not acknowledge. While they are uncomfortable when reminded that our lifestyle infringes on the right to life of other organisms, they don't actually mourn it.
Also, too quick of a change can be traumatic. The narrator clearly is honest. The only connections we have to the ecosystem are often mechanical...like a snowmobile. While it is acknowledged that the path itself is not sacred, the tone of the progressing story allows the path to BECOME sacred, as it leads the narrator to the "next level". Again, too quick of a change is traumatic.
Clearly, the mood is of a spiritual experience, disturbingly sad, while at the same time, completely freeing.
I haven't read something this beautiful in a long time.
Comment Written 07-Jan-2012
reply by the author on 07-Jan-2012
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Thank you for sharing the night. It indeed was a spiritual journey. My honesty about training the eart, whilst I was ignoring my own learning, understanding and I suppose destiny was revealing. Pace, ingrid
Comment from Chris Tee
This is an absolutely marvelous story we have here and an excellent entry in the contest old sport.
Well done indeed with this splendid work and good luck in the contest.
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reply by the author on 07-Jan-2012
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This is an absolutely marvelous story we have here and an excellent entry in the contest old sport.
Well done indeed with this splendid work and good luck in the contest.
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Comment Written 07-Jan-2012
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t is months away and likely by then I'll have forgotten my Jaanuary melancholy, but thanks for walking with me tonight.
