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Look for me when i am not lost
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Look for me when i am not lost Long ago and far away in a land that held few surprises and little laughter, a weary and worn out princess sat on a stone by a stream. She was dressed in a purple gown; it was her favorite She was not so much unhappy or sad as she was empty. It wasn’t that she felt pain. It was more that she felt nothing much at all. Each day the same things happened at the same time. It was only in her dreams that the world seemed to hold anything new, anything that could pique her interest in the slightest. As she sat staring at the stream, not noticing the play of the sun on the water, or feeling the wind lift her hair, not hearing the little bird above her, singing with an open heart, a frog leaped into her lap. Not a tiny sweet green frog but a large brown toad. Slimy and not the least bit appealing but nonetheless, in her lap it was. She swatted at it to move it off but it seemed given to stay. It stained her pristine dress. Its voice was deep. Its long tongue speared a passing fly. Startled, she stood, yet the frog clung tightly to her dress. Twirling, pushing at it with her slender fingers did nothing to disengage it. She became crazed, batting at it repeatedly as it crawled higher until it sat on her shoulder, his eyes staring at her until she went still, quiet. It smelled of silt but also of cinnamon. She touched its back, its tongue tickled her ear. Her laughter was out of proportion to the event but she couldn’t stop it, falling to her knees, bending over, clutching her belly as the frog crawled into her hair to sit on top of her head. They were now eye to eye as the frog leaned over her forehead, staring at her.  Gently, she cupped her hands, and offered him safe journey so they could be face to face. She sat that way for minutes or hours, telling the frog many things. He listened carefully. In the end, he licked her nose with his tongue, then leaped off into the stream. She saw that the day had passed. The sun was low as she began to make her way home. Her father on his , sent her running forward. He scooped her up, holding her so tightly that she gasped. His laughter filled her up. she drank one of his tears. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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who comes looking for you when you are not lost? I hope someone does. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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The emotions in that first paragraph echo my feelings exactly. . Life has become so boring. . I very much look forward to my nightly dreams. . Good, bad, or just strange doesn't matter. . They are all so interesting and exciting. . Often I'll sleep from 12 to 14 hours. . Even naps are appreciated. So... where exactly is this frog?
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Excellent writing McW! More please???
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Those little things in life can make it so much better but sometimes we lose sight of them. It's good to get a reminder when we get down. I've always felt better after a walk in the wild. Those wise old frogs or toads or squirrels or whatever you run into make good listeners. Vive La Difference
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This post was an interesting view from a much different perspective indeed!
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I love frogs and toads. I hope you kissed the frog to get to your prince!  
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We often take things and people in our lives for granted! Only because they are usually there, we expect them to be there every time and forever. And we shouldn't do that. And also, stop for a minute, to appreciate them!
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More please.... excellent! hugsssssssssss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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This is a pretty powerful message to let others into your life when they come to find you (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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^^ What pocogato said. Beautiful story!  
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I love frogs and toads. I hope you kissed the frog to get to your prince!
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