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Hello & Welcome to my 49th episode of the KWH iPad Show! Today’s feature is a Sweetie♥Heart post that I hope you’ll like 🙂

Hey everyone 🙋😘😍 Well, a funny thing happened on my way back from last week’s “blog fog” post

But first, big THANKS for all your visits, comments, shares and likes to any of my posts ❤ Just checked the stats and my humble KWH blog has now passed 40k views… woohoo 🙂 Plus, it’s only the beginning of August and your collective likability has already exceeded the total number of “likes” from last year! Yup, a whole lotta liking going on—including last year’s “likes” blowing the top off the previous year’s “likes” 🙂 Wow… gotta say, I like what you did there 😉 You’re all on my rather lengthy shortlist of blogs to “like” ‘n LoL asap!

Okay, so getting back to my way back from…

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Elan Mudrow


There is a letter hiding

Inside this envelope.

Addressed in handwriting

As if etched….on

A print I recognize…..

Familiar marks I wished, at times, I never knew

Other times, I wished I had known better.

So are our lives…..represented

By this letter……

A relationship of a paper receptacle

With its four corners, glued folds

A flap that awaits closure

With many words waiting to be


You have added, perhaps

A final voice inside this letter.

An ending I search for

Mixed with the anxiety for the loss

Of the sound your words make.

And the question is

If I open this letter

Will reading it stir up all those summers

heated in our veins, or

Will its therapy send a cool breeze

To pacify all the seasons we have invested

In? ….Surely, the wind is unpredictable.

If the breeze picks up,

As it has done many times

I run…

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Is Not Wasted

Take My Love

This day is not wasted.
There are clouds going by in a teal blue sky.
This day is not wasted.
There are birds overhead, soaring high.
This day is not wasted.

Ther’s a table set from whence to look afar of the blue skies and the deep blue seas beneath the horizon.

This day is not wasted.

There’s lots to see with a fresh coffee in my mug:-).
This day is not wasted.
Spent in wishful thinking
And solitude….
With me 🙂

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Eyes + Words

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Shoutingfromthe top of her lungs,she aimed straight

forhis soul. Finally closing his eyesin fullembrace, he ingested

herflowingenergy. Herwords, puncturing through the cage that kept

hisheart prisonerand locked away.This was it, this was the moment he

would finally let her in. ‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered. ‘For the longest time, I

thought youwere like the rest of them. Another soul to use me as a buffer

before finding something better. I never gave you a chance, but you never

stopped. You always stayed close, putting up with my ignorance. I need

you to knowthat, I’m finally listening. I needyou to know that, I’ll never

take us for granted again.’ Placing her fingers uponhis cheek, she swore

that she wouldn’t have ever givenup on themfor anything.

Photographer Unknown

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At the start of this summer I knew that I’d be going through hell if I stayed at home with my parents the entire time like I’ve always done. But I’m 18 now, I thought. I can make as many plans as I want and I can stay out of the house as much as possible.

So, that’s what I did. For 3 weeks straight I said yes to every plan proposed by my friends and I ensured that they all happened (for my sake). I was out almost everyday laughing and taking amazing photos – two of my favourite pastimes. It was bliss.

But then this coping mechanism of mine to stay out everyday with friends backfired. I felt suffocated by all this human interaction. It was nice at first but then it became too intense. I explored this in my previous post I’m tired of emotional attachments

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Perspiring Happens!

Elan Mudrow


Funny, how many armpits there are

Floating around.

Most stay in their place.

Every now and then

One intrudes upon your space

Making it difficult to concentrate

Giving you the feeling that you need to escape

Running to where the air is fresher…..

Free from your boss, Old Spice.

Away from that gossipy wench Dove

Avoiding the smut talk of Gillette

Who is just interested in his Speed Stick

While his fat buddy Mitchum chuckles

At every cute deodorant that walks by.

You want to tell Glide

That her body wash isn’t working!

That’s for Sure.

Brut grunts at you for no reason

Must be football season.

Then there’s Ralph Lauren

Who thinks he knows the goddess Hygiene personally

You want to tell him Hygiene doesn’t exist

Just take a look around the office for proof!

Perspiring is not a Secret!

It happens!

But, armpits aren’t always bad

Sometimes during…

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The Inconspicuous Warrior. 


When the head’s too heavy to raise,

When the four walls scream

The tales of your solitude

Eyes chase your soul –

That hides, that is fearful.

Dust and lines make up your existence.

Be your bulwark,

For the wind is wild.

Strengthen your roots

For you create,

And nurture,

And annihilate.

Give voice to the words unuttered.

Be the man in the garden,

For there’s a nation of trampled grass

Behind you.

Be the lioness of the wild

For the lion capitultes before her.

Be the scarred beauty in the dark

When stars ornate your presence.

Be a warrior, shield,

The land of the forbidden angels.

Rise from the debris,

Into the proud sky.

Rise, yes rise,

Above the man.

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