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It Will Always Be Too Late

to know the joy of connection, of fulfilling someone's dream of acceptance, to give of yourself when you feel you are depleted, if you wait for a 'better time', a clearer head, the 'right' moment, or different circumstances.  Death is a dream for those that leave but can be a nightmare for those left behind.

Words of the heart can be spoken across the veil, even with the breath of life between souls; but why wait?  The time is always now for sincerity, love, expression and truth.

Say it loud, say it clear. You can listen as well as you hear.
It's too late, when we die to admit we don't see eye to eye...


I love you all!!!
Never forget.


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  1. I came to a fork in the blogs, I choose the link less traveled, eventually I got there anyway. We can do this in a multitude of unique creative ways. Thanks Cheryl

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    1. Uh oh, is my linksys busted, John? I’ll check it out. Thanks for persevering.

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    2. Just poetic not technical difficulties. So much for imitating Mr Frost.

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    3. Oh my, do did that beautifully, John. I have been in ‘technical’ mode off and on for a week dealing with programs and such, so I missed the perfect analogy. Thank you! I love it..and Mr. Frost. In fact, Mr Thoreau is someone I really look to for inspiration as well. Stay well.

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    1. Thanks Dan. Regrets are the worst. I don’t want them. 😕

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