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Ok, I have written a puzzle. Who is Cuffage? Who is the Falcon? Who is the grand-niece? Is Darcy hexed? What is Kent's agenda? Will Darcy ever let someone finish a sentence? Will Mr. Gardiner ever be admitted to Darcy House? Will Richard find his battlefield? Must Richard tease our dear Darcy? Will this Authoress ever be kind to our boy?
The last of the story has been set up - all that is left is the downhill sledding to the bottom. lol But the puzzle, have you figure it out? Did you catch the clue?
Well, my poor lung problem is still a puzzle. While the CT scan showed normal lungs, I continue to lose my ability to make oxygen out of the air I breath. So no altered bronchial tubes. No clue. And now no opportunity for medial trials. My breathing test was postponed until next week - I was too exhausted to take it. Some days are like that especially when a storm is coming. Today the snowstorm is gone and I feel fine.
Puzzles. They are everywhere. Why does my friend act the way he/she does? Why does my child not call? Why does the neighbors have a party and not invite me? Why does this man (or woman) love me at all? These are some of the everyday puzzles that grip everyday people. We all life in a puzzling world where fear and bliss reside, where love and hate exist, where answers are given but more questions are raised.
I like puzzles but only when it is possible to see the clear picture in the end. My life has a piece missing. It is somewhere and holds the key to identifying what is important. Will I find it in time? Was it sucked up in a vacuum and discarded as unimportant?
WEll, off to post the chapter and see if any reader has assembled the pieces yet.
gayle
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Dear Gayle, How are you really? I hope the test about your lung will turn out fine. Even if it not fine, you will find the way to make it whole. I believe that we have to think positive, to live your full life as you are. Please God, bless all of the dear people I known to have happiness. I pray for you Gayle. I almost died ten years ago, my Dad thought he will loose another daughter as a young age, my sister dead when she was sixteen, and I have seven brothers and only one sister. It seem you are alone in the forest of men too. Keep the spirit up, let the cheers wash away the sorrows. Since I have not met you face to face yet, but some how the connection is so dear. Oh, update on your health soon, many bear hugs sending your way.
Frances L
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