tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24430657.post9104908212988987434..comments2023-12-28T04:45:19.170-05:00Comments on Evenstar Art: i pick up things that have diedGracielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190470617823300313noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24430657.post-57946019396741667592011-08-03T17:20:08.833-04:002011-08-03T17:20:08.833-04:00i missed this before, it just made me cry, thinkin...i missed this before, it just made me cry, thinking of george. i picked him up, didn't even think about it. <br />you have the soul of an angel.mrs mediocrityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01021079985184737831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24430657.post-50414639607920598742011-08-03T02:49:10.484-04:002011-08-03T02:49:10.484-04:00woah, Gracie, that just shook me. It did matter, a...woah, Gracie, that just shook me. It did matter, and I'm so glad (and sad at the same time) that you were there to give it witness after its spirit had flown.<br />beautifully written.Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13336060423137280187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24430657.post-30557242004423777752011-08-01T12:31:12.221-04:002011-08-01T12:31:12.221-04:00Could have used your skills yesterday when passing...Could have used your skills yesterday when passing by a newly minted soul of a rabbit. The kids were with me so I didn't stop. I felt compelled to whisper a prayer and keep going, hoping another driver would have the ability to stop and move it. <br /><br />Dragonflies too? Your photo. Has me wondering. I seem to attract the living ones like mad. They will land on me and cock their little heads to and fro as if in conversation with me. Well I'm sure they are. <br /><br />xoxoGillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08845512494417503198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24430657.post-81796407116837191582011-07-31T14:09:21.925-04:002011-07-31T14:09:21.925-04:00Yes, I do this also. There is a stain on the stree...Yes, I do this also. There is a stain on the street in my neighborhood from a dog I found, dead, & moved to "safety". I always bow to him in my heart when I walk by that place in the road, tattooed by his transition.skyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11335377567158914606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24430657.post-34158150490337992162011-07-29T14:14:58.818-04:002011-07-29T14:14:58.818-04:00I love this poem! You should check out my blog Str...I love this poem! You should check out my blog Strung Hearts to the Young where I do creative writing. (:Sophia Mancohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03522112157009256755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24430657.post-1094084628047688702011-07-28T21:08:15.648-04:002011-07-28T21:08:15.648-04:00what a heart you have. this is beautiful in all k...what a heart you have. this is beautiful in all kinds of ways.<br /><br />xoxod smith kaich joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13450581639610967780noreply@blogger.com