tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646377922500592181.post2792702256319471802..comments2024-02-05T02:27:47.640-06:00Comments on Energies and Affections: The Siren’s SongMindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14170767440305505517noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646377922500592181.post-43438030650048093762012-03-08T22:30:46.136-06:002012-03-08T22:30:46.136-06:00Since I grew up in the country, we had no whistles...Since I grew up in the country, we had no whistles. But in a nearby town, that noon whistle always meant so much. 3 more hours until school is out. 1 more hour until the pool opens. My siblings and I are having a fun day at grandma's. And many more. But I like your thoughts.Farmgirl Chaoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02940060352607852950noreply@blogger.com