tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574791512691448986.post6589811908884489407..comments2023-08-04T08:52:31.085-05:00Comments on White Rose's Garden: Phantoms and Tail LightsWhite Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17482847416614263182noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574791512691448986.post-15247689230131075672008-11-13T20:33:00.000-06:002008-11-13T20:33:00.000-06:00Oh my gosh, Blanca Rosa, your poemis surreal and v...Oh my gosh, Blanca Rosa, your poem<BR/>is surreal and vital. A cafe that is a diamond in the rough, just<BR/>waiting to embrace travellers who<BR/>need that home-grown comfort.Cynthiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10598169309616545734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574791512691448986.post-89725030803105092642008-11-12T21:59:00.000-06:002008-11-12T21:59:00.000-06:00Oh, the nostalgia from my child hood town calls me...Oh, the nostalgia from my child hood town calls me... I imagine a town recently torn apart by the hurricane. Great work.Jackiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15033596940421659154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574791512691448986.post-32917143765389203722008-11-12T14:52:00.000-06:002008-11-12T14:52:00.000-06:00I'll think of this next time I go through a tired ...I'll think of this next time I go through a tired old town...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com