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...for Virginia Floating under the surface, stones weighting her body, gremlins and goblins are hobbling her soul. Images jar, and memories jostle, her compass is broken, she's out of control. She's full to o'erflowing, her faculties failing, she's one with the fishes, she's found her way home.

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Robin L. Gass

Date: 1/8/2009 8:53:00 AM

A sad but beautiful write and tribute. Why is it that so many, who have such talent and the ability to create and touch hearts are plagued by those "gremlins and goblins"? Or is it just that, that gives the power to to so? Well done, as always! Love, Robin

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 1/7/2009 4:36:00 PM

Lot's of these here women, too many, sigh Light & Love Debbie Guzzi

Mary Duhart

Date: 1/7/2009 5:51:00 AM

I loved this one..sounds like something captured-then set free...Great write.

Kristin Reynolds

Date: 1/7/2009 5:34:00 AM

This is very very sad, and chaotic in is's perfection, if that makes sense. I loved the images and word placements here, Keither - awesome! Love, me