tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641784269879964446.post4376228457924858819..comments2024-03-13T23:12:55.462-07:00Comments on The Letters In November: the broken glassZenserlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245188930870716295noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641784269879964446.post-12690511825347239572009-07-25T00:23:31.116-07:002009-07-25T00:23:31.116-07:00is this a prelude to your novel, zen? you are so g...is this a prelude to your novel, zen? you are so good in expressing the emotions of your character. i am moved...Cherryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05898459781701768602noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641784269879964446.post-31518497878023581722009-07-24T08:11:55.871-07:002009-07-24T08:11:55.871-07:00and the good thing about it is nobody DARES pick u...and the good thing about it is nobody DARES pick up broken glass pieces to FIX them into a whole again...meaning, you break it, and with it leave all your angst...bitter mixes with sweet, there's no running away from it...taste the bitter when it comes, to make for better appreciation for the sweet later...take care, sis...cheriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00298789006491189094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641784269879964446.post-34672998564423920272009-07-24T08:00:55.455-07:002009-07-24T08:00:55.455-07:00you always make up a moving story to read Zen. whe...you always make up a moving story to read Zen. when i was younger and felt depressed, i was like the lady in the story, i would go out, sob in our yard, hidden by the plants, lie down on grass, look up to heaven, pray, cry, then, i go back to my room, and believe tomorrow will be better. so i can relate so much in this story Zen, since that's how i was, back then.betchaihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04754061874315713589noreply@blogger.com