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I Ventured Out

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I view StepTalk as the thing that saved me. When I encountered the true wrath his children held against me by not default, but with their biological's special blessings of twisted warping, I was so utterly, terribly lost. It was this site that saved my sanity. I'm a Scorpio, and I am loyal forever. So StepTalk, I'm sorry, is my home.

Aria 3

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There a is song by Justin Hayward,while part of the Moody Blues, but is purely him. I was captivated by the Moody Blues as a five year old, which was 1970. I was purely hypnotized by Justin Hayward as a child, he was utterly pure, heavenly, safe, he remains utter goodness. It is called 'Island.' It was never known in the states, it was a buried song. But, as a child, the song, that stopped me in my step in the convenience store as I was was looking forward to a weekend up north with my best friend, Theresa, and her parents, was the very first time I heard "Nights in White Satin"

Aria 2

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I respect my husband more than anyone on this earth. It is the trust in me and the
belief in me that has made me capable of enduring the things I am faced with now. If you think movies like "The Fugitive" were even mildly interesting you may appreciate the backbone he provides me as I face the desecration of a career I spent almost thrity years building. My downfall was trusting others.
My real downfall was not following my given path, which was always, only writing. What is the outcome of betraying any true love, any real self? It's grave.

Aria 1

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What is the nature of an aria? A single voice, carrying on, carrying through. Aria, it contains breath.

Ultimately, my aborted experiences writing here are only reflective of what I have spent the last 26 years creating. I am a gifted therapist. But I knew from the time I was able to think what I was mean to be. A writer, nothing more. A therapist can convey the voice of God if she allows herself to be a vehicle. But a writer has a much more holy and sacred duty to God.

Dribbles

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I spent the last hour writing. I'm regretful it was deleted. I hit the 'preview'button. Wha-laaaaaaaa! gone, baby

And goddamn, I think that was really my most real set of words.

So, I wonder why the preview button funcktions as it does.

Dawn, you have the only site I can nominally navigate, and I still am below average in my ability to preserve words I write. Any instruction would be helpful, becuase I can't seem to get it.

The Nature of the Beast

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Call it what you like, step kids, ex partners, life, jobs, what the fuck ever, it doesn't really matter. It truly is all the same.

And it is true, in its own way, don't ever believe things could be worse, because your belief will come true. As they do, as they always do. There is no difference really between heaven and hell. They are the same place. Freedom comes from existing without either of them.

You Know What It Feels Like?

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I've taken my head back. There is a relationshiop of intimate trust that glows from touch and hope. Have you seen what it looks like to pull metal against an animals's mouth because you must rein the horse in? It means there has been a break in the relationship between yourself and the horse.

The Learning Curve

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What I'm lackng is mission, purpose, statement. Very few things are black and white. Everything is simple. You have to separate everything that is real and false from what makes your hips move free and your mouth smile. That is life, the rest is not.

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