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I had a book I treasured
With all my heart,
You came
and laughed at my book,
so I threw it away
Now, in my mind,
my book still lives,
while your laughter
quietly dies.
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Hi Juliet, I think it's a sad state that we all too often allow what others think influence us. I did it for years and still struggle with it. This is a powerful picture of a growing independent spirit. It also makes me think of your profile in making a decison to "re-boot your life." You go girl. Janet
