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The haunts of childhood, lurk in the toy room. Still, there may be more behind these words, it seems. A great write, my friend!
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Thank you, my friend. I always look forward to your feedback and thoughts 🙂
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You are welcome, my friend. There are a handful of pages I check a couple of times a day and yours is on that list 🙂
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I’m flattered
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All small sailors become Odysseus in their cardboard box boats, fighting off sea monsters, storms and sirens. Hopefully, most are imaginary. Great insight, Ryan.
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So eloquently put, Sarah. I should’ve titled it ‘Odysseus’ Thank you for your thoughts 🙂
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Gentle words of caution – and sad but true. Hope you are well, Ryan 🙂
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Very well, thanks Kelly. I hope you are, too. Great feedback thanks 🙂
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You’re welcome, Ryan – always a pleasure to read you! 🙂
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I read this one several times; you’ve captured so much in so few words–all of the imaginative fun of childhood–both the good and bad!
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You’re very sweet, Melinda. Thank you for your nice feedback, it means a lot 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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We do get to meet them since wee little kids, but there is always a hand to hold, a voice that tells us it will be okay. Then we grow up, and those darn monsters seem to grow too.. but some of us have no hand to hold, no voice to reassure.
A beautiful piece dear Ryan! 🙂
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You always get where I’m coming from 🙂 Thank you, Dajena.
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You are welcome Ryan (maybe because we think alike 😀 )
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Scared by toys … the stuff of nightmares!
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You never know what’s lurking… Thanks for your time, Dave 🙂
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Now that’s evocative!! Love this.
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Thank you so much, my friend 🙂
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