Monday, October 20, 2008
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"There were in her at the moment two beings, one drawing deep breaths of freedom and exhilaration, the other gasping for air in a little black prison-house of fears. But gradually the captive's gasps grew fainter, or the other paid less heed to them; the horizon expanded, the air grew stronger, and the free spirit quivered for flight." Edith Wharton
9 comments:
I hate it when that happens.
Oh I've had that happen too! I am sorry it happened to you and hope that the rest of your Monday is wonderful and your post shows up later! I look forward to reading your blog always!
G
I HATE it when that happens.
Swallowed up by the ethernet....
Have a grand day anyway!
How exasperating, but you've got the right idea - not drinking over it.
I bet your post vanished into the same universe where one of a pair of socks ends up in from time to time.
That is so frustrating - I know how you feel - but maybe it was just not meant to come out just yet.
Cat
I think Cat you're probably right about that.
I used to castigate myself over things like that but now I just say Oh well--it wasn't meant to be.
yip, an annoyance. that's all it is!
Right! That's all that matters.....
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