Down by the river, beyond the gate, a winding dirt path, chestnut trees, sunlight filters, lace-like shadows, rushing water, birds sing, Nothing asked, much said, Words spoken without human voice

                                 in a blue box trimmed with paper lace, a white ribbon, and a black rose, still and silent. the white ribbon put her arm around the black rose;…

                                 unfolding, petal by petal, being in the moment at hand… not rushing it to be more. the secret is not being in tomorrow by robbing today.  

Olivia in the blue sea of Cassis, Gabriel would never dare until he saw his little sister in the water. Gabriel listens and remembers such things as, “There are crabs in the sand and jellyfish in the sea, and boats…

The heat was unbearable, rendering it impossible to step outside. The weather in Provence evokes memories of growing up in my hometown, Willows, where scorching summers meant enduring triple-digit temperatures throughout the day. A mere ninety degrees was considered a…

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