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  1. sweet Echoes!!thank you so much for the holiday wishes i hope that your Christmas holiday was wonderful and that your New Year will bring all that you desire! sending you love and hugs my dear friend!!
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    Back-ish. Still 650 miles east of home, visiting family and remembering why I usually keep 650 miles between myself and loved ones. Physically back in a couple days, mentally in a couple more. Still, thanks!
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    Mirthful Mithrasmas! Joyeux noel! Happy Christmas! Brilliant Hanukkah! Radiant Dies Natalis Solis Invicti! Sodden Saturnalia! And great good wishes now, and for the year ahead. S.
  4. Hope you had a fabulous Christmas...meaning you got what you wanted.
  5. to you as well, Echoes!
  6. hi, I think I just write here and it goes to you?
  7. Hi there, hows it going?
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    Happy Birthday!
  9. Men may be from Mars but I'm pretty sure they are trying to get to Uranus! Just read a post of yours so stopped by to find out a bit about the poster and glad I did.

    Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies
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Celebrating his life one final time, but always in my heart

by Echoes on 01-06-2019 at 11:39 AM
(gentle giant)
He did not pick me up when he found me crumpled and fallen upon the rocks. He knelt beside and held me, listened and talked and though I cannot remember our words that fateful day 40 years ago, his voice soothed me, healed me enough that I had the will to get up and walk again on my own. He taught me hope.

Many times, in my life I have found my self cast off and so completely alone with no one to turn to, he was there, just a simple phone call away, to talk,

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by Echoes on 12-29-2018 at 10:23 PM
It appears to me that I cannot control my disrespectful nature (not really a huge surprise)
I have yet again disrespected a prominent and prestigious Dominant here in the Library, and this gives me great pain to know I do this.
The last time I left the forums t'was because I was in a relationship that ended badly, yet the other submissive was dealing with greater pain and had more need of support from friends here than I and my being here only served to be salt in her wound, so I chose

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all for naught.

by Echoes on 12-28-2018 at 09:46 PM
thrashing in silence
trapped in emulative
echoes of absence
with nary a word
not you

No single utterances
of thought
not even a ricochet
of synapse
before spark,
before a flare
of hope
before screaming
in cemented frustration
of being so completely
lost and
in the dark.


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Updated 12-28-2018 at 09:51 PM by Echoes (I wanted to.)



by Echoes on 12-28-2018 at 09:41 PM
Resistance to creativity was heavier than
a thought of resistance
my mind not embraced nor caressed
in a terrace of lilac.
Shades of fragrance and silk were more
sweet than coy
And I wondered where it went,
where it wandered
and wafted
Enveloping completely
Did it ever leave?
To the futility of scent
and sensation
Never physical
Yet so physically embolden
By the sweetness of you

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by Echoes on 12-28-2018 at 09:35 PM
You deny me an audience before your passing
Deny me the honor to sit at your feet and read you your favorite prose
Or stories
Or just to ease your pain at each breath you breathe.
To feed you tiny morsels of delicacies to tempt you to eat
To entice you to live one more day as the pain takes over more.

You were my gentle giant,
the man who took me, broken from the barren rocks, as a child
Who laid an ear to my own pain and terror

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