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Brocante in France
On any Sunday morning you can find me at the brocante (antique fair.) Where I live, there are about twenty…
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Haircutting at the Monastery
When I lived in a monastery, the Abbot asked who knew how to cut hair. I raised my hand;…
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Une Amie pour tous les Jours
They had nothing to say to each other, yet they chatted endlessly. They wore the same hair-do, -shopped…
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Jardin d’Amour
…in the battering winter, that cold to the heart feeling…a healing occurred. The kind that comes to people living…
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Where do you leave your Crown?
We are a gift, yes we are! We are beautiful, holy and have much to…
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…And the Winner is…
An iron ring fixed on the outside wall of a home, or shop was explained to perfection in French: "Il s’agit d’un anneau pour y nouer la longe des chevaux…
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Where did you get that Ring?
Yesterday morning at the flea market I picked up a leather razor case. When I opened it instead of finding…
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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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