Dear Nan:

Beautiful, absolutely beautiful! She ran, to one day be his wife again… Nan, she ran, the repeating line: Nan, she ran. I can almost hear the lyrics, it could really be a beautiful song, not only a poem. Well done, says I! Well done!!!

The first eight lines: Nan, she ran…
The ninth line: “The years went by, a decade at a time..” She no longer runs. For 18 lines she doesn’t run. Then in the last four lines of the poem, she runs again.

I think there is passion in that running, then it dies, and then that passion awakens again and you run again.

As to future threads: you can resurrect this thread any time or else start another. No way am I going to forget Nan and if someone takes your user name, I will know it is not you and I will know when it is you.

You wrote: “Give me a suggestion if you like-
Francesca’s Fantasy, Never Too Late, Gone like the Wind?” I will not need this reminder, but I have a comment on “Francesca’s Fantasy”- like I wrote to you a few posts before, I realized only lately, because of our correspondence that it was fear that kept her in the truck, so now looking back at the movie, I would say it was more about Francesca’s Fear than fantasy.

Post anytime, no need to wait too long… this is not going to be easy, you know, so if it helps, post and … run, run…

anita