Category: Olivia and Gabriel
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The Artist I Admire
Gabriel, six, doesn’t think about making art, he just does. Crayons, paint, string, glue, whatever’s near, he’s already into it. No hesitation, no planning, just motion. So I laid out a canvas, scattered the paint tubes, brushes too, stepped back.…
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The Beaded Curtain
The beads click and clatter, a soft wooden song,Marking the space between my world and theirs.This is not our everyday house—It’s a place suspended in time, vacation. Between the kitchen and the terrace, the beaded curtain hangs.While I cook, I…
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The Path Forward
because of youthe road widenedand Iwalk it gladly
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Take a Guess
Is it obvious what Claire Sparkle’s favorite color is? Do not let those blue shorts fool you.
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A Summer Note
Every summer for the last six years—Part of August—We arrive in Ardeche.Sun-drenched days.Swimming.Long shadows on the terrace.Doing not much of anything.Loving every minute of it. Arnelle and Rodger—Dear friends,Lend us their incredible home.Not just a house—But something wrapped in soul…
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Summer Time
Warmth drapes the day—yellow on yellow. Little hands clutch sweet corn, Butter glistening- Soaked in sun and summer.