tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717713.post111063723226195066..comments2023-10-18T01:00:44.999-07:00Comments on Writing and surviving in the Netherlands: We All Are In A Hurry To Die As Soon As We CanButerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02128032303987362950noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717713.post-1111262266465890082005-03-19T11:57:00.000-08:002005-03-19T11:57:00.000-08:00spread them for me :)spread them for me :)Buterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02128032303987362950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717713.post-1111262079974382422005-03-19T11:54:00.000-08:002005-03-19T11:54:00.000-08:00well im quite acquainted with wings:)) tx Daphnewell im quite acquainted with wings:)) tx Daphnemorbideyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12094882867281395543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717713.post-1111086012034250382005-03-17T11:00:00.000-08:002005-03-17T11:00:00.000-08:00I'd rather have you flying :)I'd rather have you flying :)Buterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02128032303987362950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717713.post-1110670361687443252005-03-12T15:32:00.000-08:002005-03-12T15:32:00.000-08:00Soo i can die or flytxx and welcomeSoo i can die or fly<BR/>txx and welcomemorbideyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12094882867281395543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717713.post-1110662693325615292005-03-12T13:24:00.000-08:002005-03-12T13:24:00.000-08:00Let me kiss, both of you.Let me kiss, both of you.Buterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02128032303987362950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717713.post-1110661180587862772005-03-12T12:59:00.000-08:002005-03-12T12:59:00.000-08:00sheer poerty Daphne! Chapeau!
Marc vFsheer poerty Daphne! Chapeau!<br />Marc vFmorbideyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12094882867281395543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717713.post-1110656899144610352005-03-12T11:48:00.000-08:002005-03-12T11:48:00.000-08:00So very true, Daphne. I'm always saddened a little...So very true, Daphne. I'm always saddened a little, moved, put into a place of contemplation, when I see my 11-yr old son dying to be an adult. Wanting a "girlfriend", wanting to ride his bike away from our neighborhood, wanting to hang out with his friends at the mall, etc. He wants to be grown up so badly. It one reason I appreciate my other two children, the younger ones, who seem to hold on to their babyhood much more peacefully.<BR/><BR/>Wonderful piece.Adriana Blisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14120973373594320270noreply@blogger.com