where the writers are
no harbor

I barely recognize myself lately. A strange calm has taken the wind from my sails. Yet my tiller reverberates, partially submerged in the murky waters. My mooring repels me. My anchor drags the sea floor, stirring up jetsam, snagging flotsam. I stand, waiting for a clear breeze, longing for refuge, harboring none.

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No port ...

no storm!

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From your lips to the

From your lips to the universe, Cathy!

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I love this small piece

I love this small piece Jodi- yet it speaks volumes for me. mx

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Thanks, Mares.  I tend

Thanks, Mares. 

I tend towards terse.  Thank you for hearing me.

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or not

or not

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Intriguing...

Intriguing Jodi,

So much said in so little, I hope harbor is not so far...

Warm Regards

Leslie
http://lesliemusoko.blogspot.com
http://lesliemusoko.ning.com

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Thanks, Leslie. I hope so,

Thanks, Leslie.

I hope so, too. 

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Harbor is Over-rated

Fair winds and a following sea be with you.

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You could be right, Ron, but

You could be right, Ron, but it sounds good to me. Fair winds and a following sea would be wonderful; I've tacked too long with long bouts of irons between. Thank you for wishing them for me!

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You need not have to wait

You need not have to wait much for a clear breeze Jodi.Best.

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Thank you, Jitu! I'm afraid

Thank you, Jitu!

I'm afraid we're in for bitter winds, sleet, rain and snow - on top of several feet of snow we already have. But I imagine those clear breezes would be lovely! A bit of sunshine would help, too. :)