Sometimes I wonder where the line falls. And who’ll jump on which side. Then again, I don’t fucking care. It’ll fall, or not, if I watch, or not, and we’ll all jump into the same space in time where we walk and walk and walk the same routine and hopefully not complain about ourselves and others to the point of evacuation of self..and there we are, waking up in the morning with another sunrise to view and we look at our better halves, and children, and co-workers, and friends; where the line falls really means nothing much. It’s a gift to be here.
-M. Taggart
Share it, but, Don’t steal it. I’ve written 265 of them. I plan on writing a thousand more.
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Thanks again for the heads up!
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Very welcome!
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huh..I’m now able to access your blog while on my PC (not sure about my cellphone) however, I can’t write a comment. How fing odd is that.
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I have someone working on it for me. That might be it.
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Brilliant 🖤
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thank you, cheers!
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You’re most welcome! 🖤
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Good one!!
I have nominated you for the bloggers recognition award.
Check it out: https://shivaniarora04.wordpress.com/2020/01/28/blogger-recognition-award/.
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I will check it out, thank you!
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This reminded me of a psalm of David’s where he says that his lines have fallen in pleasant places. I always loved the language and imagery of that verse. Also, your thoughts are definitely unique.
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Hopefully I can look that up easily enough. I’d like to read that. And thank you btw
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The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: Thou maintainest my lot. The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage. -Psalm 16:5-6
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Well this is certainly something to read. Thank you
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