tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post6343139741874615965..comments2023-12-31T18:35:21.202-06:00Comments on Nickers and Ink: A Familiar Way – A Rhyme Opaque on Memory’s WakeLA Nickershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14891624164014505323noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-83766048868775522702008-03-23T19:31:00.000-05:002008-03-23T19:31:00.000-05:00Lovely work. I remember as a child riding past a h...Lovely work. I remember as a child riding past a house and asking my parents when we were there - they replied 'Never', but I knew I'd been there and can still conjure the interior of the house I'd never entered. Strange.Tumblewords:https://www.blogger.com/profile/04279038951489894119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-63098217772612485562008-03-23T01:49:00.000-05:002008-03-23T01:49:00.000-05:00It reminds me of the times when I have felt as tho...It reminds me of the times when I have felt as though I am sleepwalking through my life.Ramblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04048279856792308653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-29452478165741424082008-03-22T22:37:00.000-05:002008-03-22T22:37:00.000-05:00Very well written. Sometimes we feel that way even...Very well written. Sometimes we feel that way even in strange places.<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2008/03/dancing-comes-full-circle.html" REL="nofollow">dancing comes full circle</A>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com