tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110340384512209474.post7609517689723597311..comments2023-10-20T07:19:00.888-05:00Comments on A Trail of Flowers: True friendsKindred Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17741842101853438240noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110340384512209474.post-56763584927460801162010-08-24T00:34:51.578-05:002010-08-24T00:34:51.578-05:00A rare flower, it is true: but a most exquisite on...A rare flower, it is true: but a most exquisite one. I saw it once, and then it disappeared; I think that one day I shall see it again. May God bless you both. Thank you for writing.Kindred Spirithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17741842101853438240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110340384512209474.post-67969349901906953212010-08-21T16:13:03.654-05:002010-08-21T16:13:03.654-05:00This is the ideal. But, it is also rare.This is the ideal. But, it is also rare.Hannahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110340384512209474.post-38994453526962606572010-08-21T10:30:30.514-05:002010-08-21T10:30:30.514-05:00Growing...but not growing apart. Love that concept...Growing...but not growing apart. Love that concept, that image in my head. You know how friendship-true friendship-makes you feel like you've always got someone, always right there? And how you can tell your real friends from everyone else that way?<br /><br />It feels like nothing bad ever happens on this page-I really like that. Thank you for that.Oddyoddyo13https://www.blogger.com/profile/05557994037779209704noreply@blogger.com