One was simple, the other elaborate. One liked hoopla, and the other preferred to go unnoticed. They went around and around in their conversations. That was the spark that held them together. Love is…

             Mademoiselle Cruet sat on the chair and bared her heart. Endless words untangled her thoughts. Snippets of the past poured out, and waterless hopes began to bloom. Photo: French antique cruet with painted flowers.

                Their romance was that of a young girl’s dream- love letters, candle light, tenderness and many midnight rendez-vous. Swooning under the moonlight, she tied their dreams, side by side amongst the stars. Their heads…

Even without color there is still the scent of rose. photo: Roses growing wildly outside.

             When the urn was younger she did what was expected of her. She stood outside and held plants. More often than not the people passing by, praised the flowers that grew from the plants she…

                                                (Photo: A detail on a vintage 1920s illustration.) Blue has asked me to share in an interview. 1. Corey, you live in France.…