A shoe box full of bundles of stamps, tiny bundles tied up with thread. Old stamps, mostly French. I bought them without calculating. Sold most within a day, kept a few, photocopied some and added them behind old paperweight.…

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          A few days ago I asked if you could tell me something: A poem, a story, a word, an idea, a joke, a frustration, your last hiccup or movie you saw. And that I would…

Too hard to pick just one of the comments from yesterday. Impressive sharing: Poems, tidbits, jokes, thoughts, personal moments… wow, I honestly do not know which one to pick.  At times I wonder why I put myself in this position.…

  Deep in Provence, during summertime the small villages come alive with a atmosphere of old time goodness. The days are longer, the lavender is cut, the fields golden, most people take time off for vacation, tourist are abundant and…