“Looking for my Agnes”   1 comment

. . . this speaks for itself. — kenne

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   Looking for my Agnes
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Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J. D Salinger a lifetime to find his Agnes. Hemingway’s words made us know. Love was rare and needed. Salinger was heavy with terrible memories. A kind woman protected and loved him. She saved him, he found his forever Agnes.
Hemingway never forgot the kind nurse. She nursed his injuries and his heart/mind. He loved her till his last days. I wondered did Hemingway think of the kind married lady before he killed himself?
I wonder, do we accept less? I was saved and I was broken. Love was sweet and love was damned.
Today I know. We are just pieces of a puzzle. Just pieces gathering till we built a final draft, of what we support…

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Posted October 18, 2019 by kenneturner in Information

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  1. Yup … we are pieces of a giant jigsaw … no poster or boxtop to guide placement … no wise fingers moving us around … we each shift about looking for the right fit with all the other pieces some of which a big surprise when we bump together … having been invisible to us just a moment earlier.

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