tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187537404576478234.post3802466924178253745..comments2023-04-13T09:38:17.871+01:00Comments on Writing from the Edge: Veiled with GhostsLorely Forresterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01055051415631750885noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187537404576478234.post-3228218712714923692019-01-11T01:51:12.969+00:002019-01-11T01:51:12.969+00:00Reading this lovely piece I am reminded of the Jun...Reading this lovely piece I am reminded of the June afternoon when my grandfather scooped me up and carried me to the west meadow to find wild strawberries. It was my first introduction to the world beyond the safe front porch of the farmhouse. I was blessed to live first in his house and then a mere few rods along the road in the house my parents built.Morning's Minionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01912356455981434029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187537404576478234.post-29774615764680980672016-05-22T22:47:09.902+01:002016-05-22T22:47:09.902+01:00Beautiful. Love your blog, but this one especially...Beautiful. Love your blog, but this one especially. It is a truth of the heart. Thank you.Rafe's Hotelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06898852529318083316noreply@blogger.com