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No Words
May healing and love reside, may evil rot away and be no more. May peace find a place to grow deep roots and generous blooms, and may goodness lead…
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The Best View of the Brocante
Three floors high she stood on her balcony, Flowers carefully attached to the rail, Apron tied at her waist, Lunch about to be served on a Sunday afternoon,…
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All in a Day
Last night around midnight I realized I hadn't had anything to eat that day, well I mean I had nibbled throughout the day as I was preparing for…
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The Many Faces of the French Brocante
There are many faces at the French brocante, more men than women and mostly older people than younger. I recognize many of the brocante dealers at the fairs,…
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French Details about Linens and Such
After all these years of going to the brocante, I love when I learn something new, especially when I have wondered about a certain thing for such a…
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The French Muse
The French Muse, Ruth standing in the secret garden. How fortunate I feel to be able to visit such places each time Ruth and I lead a French…
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Lace and a Wine Glass
Deanna a friend from the last French Muse, who is a wine connoisseur was asked, "What is your favorite wine?" She replied, "Whatever is in…
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At the Same Time
The old painting was in the shop's window, at the moment I took a photo a leaf fell tumbling exactly in the ray of light. …
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