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Tagging it with a gentle Hand
Each brick in the wall holds a story, some are worth keeping, others are not. When love becomes more than words,…
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True Bleu
Friends that have been together for as long as they can remember, never leaving each other’s side. Complimenting,…
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Peau
Skin (peau,) that protective layer around your heart and soul, that when touched unites the three. Velvet. Stone. Sugar spilled on the…
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Mon Trésor
This is the Frenchman who does extreme sports. -who can hang from a rope in a dark cave for hours on end. Yesterday he attempted to follow Sacha on his…
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The gift of everyday life
Simple moments, that come without expectation, a few words that paint your heart a deeper color red. Something noticed…
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Where do you aim your heart
at the bull’s eye? In the center of the matter? Or possibly… far away in case you miss; nothing…
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Singing in the Rain (…though I prefer the warm shower!)
Rain is a rare occurrence in the south of France. Out of 365 days maybe it rains five days. I could…
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Riding high even after the Fall
This is my idea of a race track. Motorcycles and bicycles have been racing around me my entire life. My…
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The wind rushed through my bedroom window this morning
doing the tango with the curtains, and brought in a new partner called- Autumn… there was a crispness in the air…
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