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  1. Have not been able to sleep yet and hear the first 2 of the sleep-over Niephews stirring.
  2. @lrdmora Late. My nephew told me today that I was sometimes "like a bat" because of my odd schedule shifts (tending towards vampire).
  3. 8-year-old "lucky" bamboo denuded by Kitten Child, uprooted by niephew the same age (science?) http://momentile.com/showMo...
  4. @mrs_meers How's about semiphore?
  5. @lrdmora Did I say thank you?
  6. I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
  7. And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.
  8. Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all,
  9. I had used only one stanza of the Dickinson verse when I wrote about my Grandma (http://tinyurl.com/kkrzyb) so I should use it all:
  10. @lrdmora Perfect for my Grandma's birthday (just over 6 months from the day she died) and for my little Sister's seven angel babies.
  11. Rest in peace, little angel baby.
  12. Please let hospital find baby's heartbeat. My little sister has lost too much. And her boys have too
  13. HOPE is a thing with feathers that perches on the soul And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.
  14. Happy Birthday, Grandma. I miss you every day. But one novella was enough: (http://tinyurl.com/kkrzyb) #LIVESTRONG
  15. @lrdmora It IS a conspiracy - or a Byronspiracy?
  16. @lrdmora The "I" in the last stanza should be italicized and I should have mentioned that this translation is by Stephen Tapscott.
  17. than this:where I does not exist, nor you, 
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, 
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
  18. so I love you because I know no other way
  19. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. 
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; 

  20. thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, 
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.