tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520508.post8993072141887305364..comments2024-02-03T01:51:20.266-07:00Comments on A Song Not Scored For Breathing: From Muted Hush To Rising DecibelsHopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045801745534184703noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520508.post-22742103621941230062008-09-28T07:27:00.000-06:002008-09-28T07:27:00.000-06:00Such a good post, Hope. I love hearing the way yo...Such a good post, Hope. I love hearing the way you think. (maybe 'cause I relate) When I first heard of Body World, it freaked me out for essentially the very same reasons as the inner dialogue that you describe. <BR/><BR/>Pretty much the only thing that makes me feel any enthusiasm in a mall is the bookstore. Despite being a booklover herself, my daughter always groans as we pass one because she knows it could be a long stay. I love second hand bookstores the best because, well, I'm cheap and you never know what treasure you'll find.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520508.post-74913505999054644182008-09-28T05:59:00.000-06:002008-09-28T05:59:00.000-06:00"I don't know" is an acceptable answer. Often, the..."I don't know" is an acceptable answer. Often, the only one.Peterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16052081819882002321noreply@blogger.com