Friday, December 11, 2009

A Quick Post

I am home today caring for my daughter.
She had her wisdom teeth removed this morning.

This makes me blush.
It almost felt blasphemous to hear this poem regarding the mysterious and revered, Emily Dickinson. Nevertheless...




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  1. Stacey J. WarnerDecember 11, 2009 at 3:24 PM

    WOW! LOVED IT! It totally took me away...so beautiful.

    Blessings to your daughter, my she not get dry-sockets...I got them, no fun!

    much love

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  2. Jenny StevningDecember 11, 2009 at 3:34 PM

    Thank you, Stacey! Dare I ask what dry-socket is?

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  3. stevenDecember 11, 2009 at 8:34 PM

    wow! this was a hold-my-breath and be lost inside the raspy dreamy english voice and the telling of his undoing of emily long moment. thankyou. steven

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  4. Ellie KingsDecember 11, 2009 at 11:04 PM

    Yeah, I was blushing! :) Almost like I peeked in, saw them, and got caught! Thanks for stopping by my blog, Jenny. Enjoy your weekend!

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  6. AnonymousDecember 12, 2009 at 6:49 AM

    I wonder if Emily had a deep longing for such an unlayering....

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  7. BarryDecember 13, 2009 at 7:52 AM

    Whew!

    I will never be able to read Emily Dickinson the same way again.

    Somehow I feel very naughty.

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