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Not Feeling Well
hot cold, hot cold that is how it goes a cough here, a wheeze there not seeing the day go by I haven’t had any sign of asthma in nearly…
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On Top of the World
“Such a feelin’s comin’ over meThere is wonder in most every thing I seeNot a cloud in the sky, got the sun in my eyesAnd I won’t be surprised if…
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Ordinary Things
Iconic almond green shutters with potted geraniums on the window sill. My cousin Roxanne came to visit us. We spent time together soaking in each others company xx Hand woven…
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Pages Half Full, or Empty-Waiting for More Deliciousness
if you would like to share a recipe please share it in the comments – I’ll try to make it and included here please remember I am a pescatarian.
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The Poem of an Antique Bowl on a Linen Cloth
Morning light spills across the table,a patch of warmth on woven cloth. A bowl rests there, simple, white,and breathes. Like a prayer that forgot the wordsand chose movement instead. Hands…
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Letting the Waves Speak
The sea caresses the stones in silk and shimmer, yet over time it reshapes the unmovable.I imagine the sea smoothing the jagged edges. We are asked to live this way…
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Taking a Bath in a Centuries Old Marble Bathtub
When a client asks us to find a one-of-a-kind piece for their remodel in Italy, we simply say: you name it, we’ll find it. In this case—a solid marble stone…
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Pages From a 1940s Sketchbook
At the brocante, one of my very favorite things to find is an old sketchbook. They aren’t easy to come by, and often they carry a rather ambitious price tag.…
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