tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056227436265818724.post1242954629683852423..comments2011-02-16T22:57:56.399-05:00MommyTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860003098383600806noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056227436265818724.post-34840872861297381492011-02-16T22:57:56.399-05:002011-02-16T22:57:56.399-05:00I always loved the messages on the little heart candies... why can&#39;t they taste as sweet as they look?Marie:http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335083484650800122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056227436265818724.post-33983433819580609682011-02-12T02:43:27.638-05:002011-02-12T02:43:27.638-05:00It&#39;s all perfect. Exquisitely perfect. *sigh* Thank you.Fawnhttp://fawnahareo.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056227436265818724.post-46741081436220324242011-02-12T02:30:44.944-05:002011-02-12T02:30:44.944-05:00&quot;If you listen carefully, you will hear the quiet ache of unrequited love beating beneath those giggles&quot;<br /><br />This captures that time perfectly. I love it.Kate Coveny Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18006589284938683965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056227436265818724.post-84810452918962139982011-02-11T13:06:18.905-05:002011-02-11T13:06:18.905-05:00The sharp intake of breath you heard, faintly, far away in the north-east, was me. I haven&#39;t said it in a while, but your writing astounds me; just prickles my eyes; forces me to read it again, more slowly, in awe of your talent.Mrs F with 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251591675774310188noreply@blogger.com