Katherine: It's a nice little villa. Are you going to buy it?
Frances: The way my life is currently going, that would be a terrible idea.
Katherine: Terrible idea... Don't you just love those?
(Under the Tuscan Sun)
be afraid...be very afraid...
i uttered a silent prayer to the wind many moons ago
it was a whisper....a silent cry from the deep recesses of my heart
it was a whisper....
a silent cry
a whispered scream
a soundless shrill..... a hushed blare
a muted shout
an unuttered screech
noiseless howl
it was tossed to the wind with a fervent prayer and with an unfailing hope and a sempiternal faith
that it will find its way....that it will glide to the expressway of prayers to God street...and bring forth a riposte....
and it did...
do i answer it?
--end--
An ingrate, I assure you I am not...but the my battle scars show so prominently ...not on the outside but inside and I am but a cesspool of scars...all a thousand and one if i may say....
they say that when we utter a prayer we also must be ready for the answer however it may be...and this is one answer that I thought would never be answered....I almost had given up hope
......Unthinkably good things can happen, even late in the game. It's such a surprise
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