tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320387264034521574.post5712689057314887699..comments2024-02-12T04:16:12.618-06:00Comments on A Blurred History: MabonAndrea Cremerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326332737401772239noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320387264034521574.post-64419694312578170852009-09-22T23:26:25.809-05:002009-09-22T23:26:25.809-05:00You lovely ladies are wonderful! Thanks for sharin...You lovely ladies are wonderful! Thanks for sharing in my musings and may you have many beautiful walks and dances through the forest. The sounds of rustling leaves beneath my feet always gives me a little peace.Andrea Cremerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03326332737401772239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320387264034521574.post-34858942792951098632009-09-22T21:33:25.952-05:002009-09-22T21:33:25.952-05:00I want to walk with you and giggle. Maybe if we e...I want to walk with you and giggle. Maybe if we enter the forest we will notice that we are eleven years old again and can play all night with the creatures who dwell on this cusp. You got me thinking here... thanks!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09556206184198452490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320387264034521574.post-79337542834203408482009-09-22T19:35:30.414-05:002009-09-22T19:35:30.414-05:00With this post, you make me happy to descend into ...With this post, you make me happy to descend into the darkness. I almost feel like dancing. Thanks for the equinox musing. Much appreciated. I shall give it extra thought as the sun sets.Tricia J. O'Brienhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05993110400088806252noreply@blogger.com