Pretend I'm a Pomegranate - Lambert, Edith S.
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The book Pretend I'm a Pomegranate is a collection of fantastical essays, and erudite witticisms to entertain and enchant the eclectic thinker. The essays, quotations, and ephemera in Pretend I'm a Pomegranate relate tales of curious experiences, absurd situations, wonderful dreams, and the wise words of ancients. Pretend I'm a Pomegranate is a perfect book for fans of the effervescent Henri Munro (Saki) or those who remember the sages of spirituality like the pedantic Mothe Fenelon or those who have had an out-of-body experience. In other words, a perfect book for the general reader. If you…mehr

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The book Pretend I'm a Pomegranate is a collection of fantastical essays, and erudite witticisms to entertain and enchant the eclectic thinker. The essays, quotations, and ephemera in Pretend I'm a Pomegranate relate tales of curious experiences, absurd situations, wonderful dreams, and the wise words of ancients. Pretend I'm a Pomegranate is a perfect book for fans of the effervescent Henri Munro (Saki) or those who remember the sages of spirituality like the pedantic Mothe Fenelon or those who have had an out-of-body experience. In other words, a perfect book for the general reader. If you have not raised an eyebrow of curiosity, or giggled shamelessly or had a word of wisdom whispered into the ears of your heart lately, seek out a pomegranate, peel it apart, taste and see what the extraordinary sweetness and radical red juice of it can do for you. Pretend I'm a Pomegranate
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I live in a world of desert silence. That silence is so loud, deafening really, as those who have experienced know. Yet, it is here that I found my night voice which speaks in a language I do not use in the daylight for fear of being misunderstood. My night voice expresses not only my dreams, and my secret secrets but also the memories of my experiences. Using my night voice, I can easily call things as I see them in my universe through the lens of my reality and with my vocabulary. The sum of which can create wily alienating misunderstandings. My night voice goes out now because the desert is shrinking, I am getting closer to the horizon line and daylight looms large. Ergo, the reason for this publication. I hope that sharing my thoughts entertains you.