tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466732764403595114.post4733299759837748731..comments2023-11-05T01:48:23.320-08:00Comments on Vivian Marie Aubin du Paris: New Short Story! Based on a Dream...Vivian Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11022484988718360595noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466732764403595114.post-90661964883901985982009-09-21T08:05:26.420-07:002009-09-21T08:05:26.420-07:00nice. very nice. What a dream...what a question......nice. very nice. What a dream...what a question... love is that one pain/joy that we tend to put ourselves through no matter what. It seems that even if we distance ourselves it still hurts; only dimming a little most of the time or at least biding its time until we see what may remind us of that love and then when it rushes forward we endure or revel in it - the pain or joy. I would like to say I would be strong enough and could be there to see that person living their life and being happy. For your character the nearness of him is so heartwrenching and I truly felt her pain as his eyes glanced back at her for those fleeting seconds. Good dream. Good snippet. ;o)I was able to jot my dream down but have yet to upload it on my blog - I was kept busy this weekend by another type of project - check the entry out on Southern Princess.Courtney Barr - The Southern Princesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14455508477182984039noreply@blogger.com