In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?

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This is a song about hope

In the girl there's a room
In the room there's a table
On the table there's a candle
And it won't burn out.

I met several interesting people at work today. There were a couple of nice gals from Atlanta, who reminded my of my Georgia friend. I chatted with one of them for a bit. I spoke briefly with this other lady about liking to beautify surroundings, and feed people and make them comfortable. And there were others too...
Ben came by and we talked too. Now I'm relaxing at his place for the evening.


Here's today's recommendation:
Christmas Break: Relaxing jazz for the holidays.
It is the epidome of that
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Anonymous said...

We live in Georgia!!!! ~tammy <3

December 5, 2016 at 4:33 PM

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