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What you can find at a French Flea market
Letters, ledgers, love notes, life of long ago living in between the lines. Daring adventures, dreams, lists of…
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Harry Potter, “…all is well.”
Reading is a drug. The first line takes you on a trip that can last a lifetime. Sacha, like a million other people, has…
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Touching the Earth
Being a kid in the country meant being free to do what I wanted to do pretty much all of the time. Unless I was at school or had chores…
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Unfolding
A French antique folding fan. Hand painted on canvas. A young woman with a simple black ribbon tied flirtatiously, leans against a stone railing.…
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French Cafe
Modern day still life with hints of yesterday. Thanksgiving after feast. Plates…
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Thanksgiving Tradition
A Thanksgiving tradition from back home… My Mother prepares the Thanksgiving meal. Every year one of the traditional things that she makes (other than…
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Sweet Dreams
Late last night the house was quiet even though a storm brewed outside. Tip toeing I went upstairs to go to bed. Sacha called…
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Growing up Baby
When your child goes off to university your house grows quieter. You ache at night when you set the table and there is one…
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That Crazy thing called Love.
Flowers bloomed in her mind whenever she thought of going to an antique market and her eyes went glossy like that look one gets…
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Sinfully Delicious
Layers of sinful heaven, shared by two, taste better. What is your downfall? Photo: Trio of chocolate on a thin meringue crust, sits happily…
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