tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post6545253699639544867..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: Only the imagination is realElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-54583107594615458762014-05-03T13:41:53.538-07:002014-05-03T13:41:53.538-07:00I love this. Thanks for taking us through your mem...I love this. Thanks for taking us through your memories. I once knew a British woman who named her eldest daughter Asphodel. I had completely forgotten about that until reading this.kariohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10150537989886423212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-73660614077305099632014-05-03T12:36:58.566-07:002014-05-03T12:36:58.566-07:00What great memories. And the fact they are set aga...What great memories. And the fact they are set against the background of poetry makes more wonderful. Thanks.<br /><br />Greetings from London.A Cuban In Londonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16423293358605007539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-52254525867595357252014-05-03T10:53:26.398-07:002014-05-03T10:53:26.398-07:00I love how you take us back to these dreamy places...I love how you take us back to these dreamy places of your memory. Thank you. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.com