I've thought and I've thought. I've finally figured out what I want on my gravestone when I die.
"She went barefoot and wrote when she could."
Monday, November 2, 2009
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Nursury Rhyme
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
About This Blog
Two writers found one another and noticed a peculiar and similar fascination with all things dark, dreary, delusional and dripping with despair.
We use this place to store and to display the thoughts that seem to have no other home but this.
We are the Wednesdays. Welcome to the asylum.....
We use this place to store and to display the thoughts that seem to have no other home but this.
We are the Wednesdays. Welcome to the asylum.....
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Love it. Beautiful tomb stone too. Do you want one like that?
Great photo. And I love the quote!
Love it! I want the same quote . . . but we'll have to change 'she' to 'he'.
Full of eerie awesomeness!
Doesn't get any better than that. ;) I could be happy for eternity there.
And now back to writing--bunches.
lovely and evocative
I'm slowly building the guts to write my own. Thanks for the encouragement! That was lovely, BTW!!!
Nevine
That's GREAT!
it's not really so fair that you put so much into so few words.
just sayin'.
Where'd you find this beautiful photo? It's so...indescribable. Wonder what that stone costs....makes me think of the beautiful bust on Jim Morrison's grave, you know, the one that some idiot stole.
Beautiful words, as always. The hell with beloved of this and that....
You leave better prints barefoot.
That was short, concise and to the point. Loved it to bits. Many thanks.
Greetings from London.
Yes! What a wonderful thought to leave with the world.
I, too, would love this on my tombstone, but, sadly, it's taken. Perhaps I should stick with my original plan: 'I told you I was sick.'
This is the epitaph of a free person! And what an elaborate tombstone..can you LIVE up to it?
that sounds good, very poetic
I love this. Although, if it were for me, I'd have to change it to: "She wore flip-flops and wrote when she could." :)
Perfect. A tombstone like that deserves nothing less!
love love love this. mmm.
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