Stories Collected While Living in France
Three glasses sat on the wooden table.
Sunlight poured through them—
soft, clear, simply lovely.
I don’t know why they caught my attention.
Or what they were trying to say.
But something about them—
the stillness,
the way the light held inside the glass,
the silence between them—
Reflection.
Ah Corey, you have the designer eye. You are able to find beauty anywhere and capture it for the rest of us to see and enjoy!
Thank you for saying that. I try x
Sitting at that table, reflecting in the sun and in the heart. Sitting side by side, dreaming.
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