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A Broken Window where Flowers Bloom
The broken window remains open to the light. It does not surrender its gift, its purpose…and by doing so it is open to new life. Have you seen where brokenness creates…
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La Vie en Rose
A French cafe in Paris near Montmarte. A red door, a checked curtain, and "cafe" written in typical French script. In the distant background Edith Piaf is singing… la vie en…
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Love Labels
The touch, the tender moment when all stands still, when the invisible force of mystery walks with us, when without introduction, we feel…
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Caught in between
The space in between. That is what this feeling is… not here nor there, not yesterday or tomorrow. It is the feeling of being somewhere in between. I…
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Embraced by Nature
A delicate rose bowed her head. …the entire garden was full of roses, the scent intoxicating, I soaked it up- "Paradise." I lost myself to the pleasure of not having to do anything but…
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Nature’s Mantra is a Healing Grace
The steady roar of the ocean, breaking forth, then residing, breathing in, breathing out, A rhythmic nature mantra. It is such a gift to be soaking my soul with the…
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A Rose, One Month Later
A small dried rose bud, fading gently with memories tucked in between its petals to enchant. Sing the song of your memories, it is a beautiful gift to…
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Angel at my Shoulder
Antique angel motif buckles, I kid you not. They were pretty cool, I regret I didn't buy at least one of them. I have noticed in these last few…
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Little Girl
Little girl with a pin curl, do you know how sweet you make the day go by? Pigtails and ice cream, the tender moments of childhood that keep a smile…
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