tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196700313974997696.post7144433812096289940..comments2024-02-25T21:13:37.810+11:00Comments on Stones for the River: Unseen, the GeckoRosemary Nissen-Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196700313974997696.post-10094263926602577132015-10-24T04:38:39.087+11:002015-10-24T04:38:39.087+11:00This reminds me, when we hear the little birds chi...This reminds me, when we hear the little birds chirp in repeated chirps, it either means no seeds or the cat next door is in the garden. It is amazing they can communicate with us...we can be so tone deaf. I hope he doesn't find his way in!annell4https://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196700313974997696.post-9080082097224369622015-10-24T01:08:38.044+11:002015-10-24T01:08:38.044+11:00Ah! To have our senses, memory, thought and belie...Ah! To have our senses, memory, thought and beliefs all activated in an instant from a sound (and a poet). Bittersweet.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196700313974997696.post-59594840439047468942015-10-23T18:36:34.635+11:002015-10-23T18:36:34.635+11:00Precise description of a creature, its potential m...Precise description of a creature, its potential movements and its clearly seen appearance. Every word places you, another creature, also at the heart of the experience. I do like this one. That's me, Linda.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com