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Sunday Scribblings: A young woman in Marseille.
The fish monger sat waiting for the next customer in her black plastic apron and worn true rubber boots.…
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Saturday’s Contest
Because I challenged myself to post & photo something everyday for one year, because today I am…
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Petite Maman
Sacha smiles, tilts his head to the side and says,"Even with your high heels on you are just a little…
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The feast day of Saint Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred . . . let me sow love Where there…
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The Feast day of Little Flower
… Saint Teresa believed that love proved itself by how she lived her life, her daily activities…
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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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