I was lost in the world of  my  new home and family.But  you were on my mind always oh my lovly blog.I missed you for months and here this is that lovly moment we meet again and here i go with new stories and poems from my new and beautiful home.Truly a dream come true.

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The Unadorned said…
Blogging activity may face its high and low...and it's but natural. But then coming up with some posts every once in a while will build up the archive and would efface the feeling of previous lows. Quite a profound feeling, you expressed. I understand this.
October 19, 2012 at 7:20 AM
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