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Transformation
When the moon passed by the open window, the light poured in opening my eyes, illuminating the curtain hanging in the room.…
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Cinderella’s Pumpkin Sundae
My Mother called me Cinderella, not because I wore glass slippers, nor for my flare for transforming mice into men, but because…
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Writing Therapy
La plume in hand, Dipped into the ink of her imagination, She poured out words not caring how they…
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Smile and Laughter
I have a cousin who is known for having a permanent smile on his face. Even when he is not…
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Tongue in Cheek vernissage at Artstream
Susan, at ArtStream Gallery has opened her doors with a showing of Tongue in Cheek’s collection of photographs and poetry. When I first started my blog, Susan asked…
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The scent of Autumn
Yesterday afternoon, it drizzled outside, an Autumn breeze rushed through the open window. A hunk of Roquefort waited on a baguette, Half peeled…
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Chateau de Chenonceau
Porcelain skin tinted by the glow of a pink rose. An arm strung with pearls, bejewels a dimpled young hand. A…
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Dreaming Truth
Have you ever been transported by emotion, where an overflowing sense takes you beyond the skin wrapped around your bones? Where…
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French Market Finds: new and old
A collection of French Antiques that I have, and some things that caught my eye in Rennes. When are you coming antiquing with me?
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Giving Thanks
A light in my darkness cried, fearfully I listened. Staring at the inner voice… I begged it to change and leave me alone- yet haunt me it did calling me…
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