We never got used to the drunk next door
who broke bottles on the stoop past midnight, cussed all night,
staggered into us as we left the apartment.
He was a feature of the landscape we were glad to leave
when we moved away.
Along with the u...
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Never Get Used To It
linda
Thursday, April 03, 2008 at 03:06 PM -
Thanks Linda!
Megan Oltman
Thursday, April 03, 2008 at 04:45 PMThanks for your comment, Linda, it means a lot! I took a peek at your site and look forward to spending some more time - it's lovely. If you want to see some more of what I'm writing please come over to my blog at www.meganoltmanfreemybrain.typepad.com.
Be well,
Megan
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Megan,
This is an absolutely brilliant piece!
Vivid description to visualize the reality of pain and it's unwanted intrusion
into our lives! You have amazing writing talent.
God Bless you and may your "unwanted intruder" become less and less as
you share your talent with others more.
It's not only cathartic, liberating for you...but enlightening and brings hope
to others.
Thank you for sharing.
linda
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