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Mademoiselle Auguste Chier’s Trousseau
Madame Chier sat side by side her daughter as she dipped her fountain pen lightly into the inkwell… The composed list started with Auguste’s bed sheets. Madame gave the last…
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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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