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Speakezpress — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 00:47:12 GMT

Devestation From Tornado in Clinton Arkansas

A life, A home, A-Way

When I loose Someone or Something, Tears rise in my eyes. I tend to get a lump in my throat. I believe even a far away tragedy should still touch our souls.

Progress means change. Natural disasters bring change, which untimately brings progress.

I being the optamistic one and always seeing the half full cup will no doubt see a future. New ideas, Jobs, better streets, better health, and better comunication. Maybe new ties with some of the lost ones. Because I'm not there, I see fresh blood in the plugged up old veins. But this isn't true of all who live there. To some it does not mean new. It means Loss.

Loss of the old ways the childhood memories, landmarks of everyday life. Taken for granted for so very long.

Here My friend says so clearly what comes from her heart. I add this message sent to another of my sites:

"I could easily get lost. It's funny how you don't even realize how you use landmarks: certain houses, stores, street signs, Ponds, etc...when they are gone you loose your bearings. It still takes me time to find my home, lol. I have to go real slow and keep looking for famillar things. It just looks so different!"

"But little by little, it will be rebuilt. I just hope not for the worst. People here were fighting progress in this town. We wanted the trees and all to stay. Thats a big part of the beauty here."

"But now that so many of the trees are gone, It is going to make it easier for them to build the wrong things... We don't want a city here.. We liked our little town."

As humans what is most important now. after such destruction? I ask.

Is it our differences, our Religons, Our Clothes, Our Lifestyles? Everyone has a different view. I would be asking where is my next meal lol..., My soap and towel, My shoes and my coat. where are my friends, my cat? May be in that order..lol. All kidding aside. (I tend to get silly when the lump returns)

It is the heart beat of our neighbors. We become dependent on each other. the old adage, red yellow black or white. Will say alot about what your town or state, is made of at times like these. Music "can't by me love" (the beetles).

Donations will help. Our hearts are open to those who need in Clinton Ark. Bless You.

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Speakezpress — Tue, 12 Feb 2008 22:12:07 GMT

Welcome to the delusions of my world.

I Love to write Poetry, Verse, Abstract Fiction. I am a purple person, which means I have quite a time between Red and Blue. My Dark and Mystic side verses My Humor and it's gray matter, (the realities of this world.) I am an Author, and constant Writer.

More Books and Articles to be published this year. I hope to see My works enjoyed by those with imagination and open minds.

My favorite saying is "Life's Uncertain Eat Dessert First"

I honestly believe that "my Cup is half full not half empty" And just to prove it I keep writing. LOL.

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Speakezpress — Tue, 12 Feb 2008 22:00:45 GMT

Random thoughts of an Old White Woman

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