#764 "Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm.”
Apr14

#764 "Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm.”

Perhaps love is like a resting place; A shelter from the storm; It exists to give you comfort; It is there to keep you warm; And in those times of trouble; When you are most alone; The memory of love will bring you home.Perhaps love is like a window; Perhaps an open door; It invites you to come closer; It wants to show you more; And even if you lose yourself; And don’t...

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#763 Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes.. Including you.
Apr02

#763 Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes.. Including you.

Saying goodbye to the sun, sea and freedom, and enjoying time with your loved ones can often feel like the end of the world especially when that Monday rolls around, or when the holidays are over. There’s nothing like a dose of the post-holiday blues especially after Easter to make you wish you’d chucked it all in and became a traveler just living out of your pockets only.  The...

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#762 Wishing you one big hippity-hoppity-HAPPY Easter!
Mar31

#762 Wishing you one big hippity-hoppity-HAPPY Easter!

Easter for some is a time for being with your loved ones or remembering those who have past.   Whether you attend church or are entertaining and baking galore for the hoard that is about to arrive,  I wish you the best Easter anyone can have.   From ‘SL Destinations R Us’, I am thinking of you on this beautiful Easter! Be safe, travel...

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#761 Melancholy in colour..
Mar30

#761 Melancholy in colour..

I said I didn’t feel nothing, baby, but I lied.. I almost cut a piece of myself for your life; Guess I was just another pit stop; ‘Til you made up your mind You just wasted my time..   So call out my name (call out my name);Call out my name when I kiss you so gently I want you to stay (want you to stay); I want you to stay, even though you don’t want...

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#760 "The air – moist, sultry, secretive, and far from fresh – felt as if it were being exhaled into one’s face. Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing.”
Mar29

#760 "The air – moist, sultry, secretive, and far from fresh – felt as if it were being exhaled into one’s face. Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing.”

We met the first summer I started blogging when she emailed me back and forth a few times and then we ended up meeting in person and have been “buds” ever since.  Love this fellow Southern girl! and her tales about the sticky Southern summer heat and how we compare the summers to Australia.  I have heard that the southern heat makes people slightly insane. It’s an agitation that seems to...

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#759 I’m having visions, it’s like I can see right through…
Mar28

#759 I’m having visions, it’s like I can see right through…

I’ve got this habit, and I just can’t stop; Every time I look at you, your clothes are coming off; And when we’re talking, my mind is somewhere else; Back at my apartment you and me and no one else; I’m having visions, it’s like I can see right through; I’ve got a feeling you know what I wanna do…  So what are you waiting for, come take a walk to our destinations for today:...

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