tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480504152009112915.post5738118329026693747..comments2023-12-08T09:37:37.390-08:00Comments on Mr. P's Words: A Guard at The Gaterfpentelburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00476382509255963929noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480504152009112915.post-10389750871076137362018-05-13T16:07:53.030-07:002018-05-13T16:07:53.030-07:00When surrounded by fellows who utter words like ke...When surrounded by fellows who utter words like keys struck on a typewriter - monotone, exact, triumphantly precise in precision - the thoughtful words of another, equally deliberate perhaps, yet containing something beyond, is an oasis to those with parched throats. Well, this throat says so anyway. This "it" in the written word, this "something beyond," still exists, hallelujah. A woven thread, alive and vibrant, multi-hued. A quivering petal, touched by a drop of dew. Mr. P, thank you once again for bringing it!! Glad I stumbled onto your blog.Slkrushelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17242177050383351674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480504152009112915.post-28134822636519210142018-04-27T09:59:08.336-07:002018-04-27T09:59:08.336-07:00Profound Richard! It touched a real and pertinent ...Profound Richard! It touched a real and pertinent chord...<br />Barryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12946554860210421497noreply@blogger.com