tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282216.post115293480314752803..comments2023-09-27T05:30:58.092-05:00Comments on Fried Okra Productions: Fear and two degrees of separationkokopelliwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228315660523880859noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282216.post-49478099828942110742007-09-12T00:25:00.000-05:002007-09-12T00:25:00.000-05:00Wow, what a wonderful comment. You are wise beyond...Wow, what a wonderful comment. You are wise beyond your years, and are so very good to me (((Cindy)))kokopelliwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10228315660523880859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282216.post-1153246754779425302006-07-18T13:19:00.000-05:002006-07-18T13:19:00.000-05:00How beautiful. You still are beautiful, but those ...How beautiful. You still are beautiful, but those pictures show the more delicate vulnerable side of you.<BR/><BR/>Your post kind of reminds me of that line from the <I>Magnificent Ambersons</I> when Eugene is trying to justify the irrational behavior of his lover's kid, George, who keeps messing with their relationship:<BR/><BR/><I>"At twenty-one or twenty-two, so many things appear solid, permanent, and terrible, which forty sees as nothing but disappearing miasma. Forty can't tell twenty about this. Twenty can find out only by getting to be forty. And so we come to this, dear. Will you live your life your way, or George's way?..."<BR/></I>cchanghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16709430980141916851noreply@blogger.com