Category: Brocante
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Reasons, Purpose and some imagination
Seeing things through a looking glass, without a Mirror “Do you see that piece of decorative metal there, it could be used as a picture frame?” As I point my pointer finger, to show my friend the direction of my…
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Antique Key to Chez Moi
The key The houses in France are old. The doors to the houses are old. So it goes to figure that the locks and keys, to the doors of the houses in France are old too. Often they look like…
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Bike Shops sale more than Tires
The Bike Shop where I Popped a Wheel-y of a Deal Glancing back at the table, making sure everything was just right: Knives on the right and forks on the left… that’s a big challenge for someone like me, who…
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Directoire Assiette
“Go ahead eat the Chocolate! The New Year is around the corner! Go ahead I can see you want it! Vas-y!” How could I tell my friend it wasn’t the chocolate I was eyeballing it was the pedestal plate! Gee!…
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A Gift my Mother Gave
My Mother and Aunt Marie used to go to the antique auctions when I was little. After dinner dishes were done, she would race off with a smile, high hopes written all over her face. A 1920s blue glass beaded…
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Crystal Clear
Many crystals reflecting light Sometimes knowing what we want strikes through us like lightening, our desire becomes pure and focused, our feet run steadily along the path… yet other times the light comes with the crash of thunder diffuses our…