Sometimes this window is how I feel when communicating with my friends via the internets. I can almost see and touch them, but not quite, yet their pixels still vibrate in my heart. And I know mine vibrate in theirs too. It makes me sad if I lose a friend I’ve met online. I care about people. I know the people on the other end of the keyboard, on the other side of those distant windows, care about me too.
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I send sunshine.
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Hello~ I know what you mean. I’ve become quite fond of many myself, you included. I would be sad too if I lost one I was close to because I get attached easily. My hope is to continue learning about my blog friends and that someday I could meet a few in person. I hope I haven’t rambled much. Sending you hugs from Kentucky. Hope all is well. Have a great day.
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Hey, the sun is shining in ATL again,both literally and figuratively. Thanks, friends.
I’d love to meet any of you IRL.
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Okay, time to throw a stark raving mad Blogger-party, I think. Who’s game??
Love your blog, Christine. I’m hunting for the link to “follow” this blog.
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Me too….
And hey, pretty soon I get to meet Michelle…….10 weeks and counting!!!!
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Hi, Christine. I feel the same way about you, too. I feel like I’d know you if I saw you on a crowded street. Maybe not, but it feels that way. Hugs to you, my friend.
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