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This way to the Brocante
Sunday morning bright and early. A crosissant in one hand, my camera, and keys in the other. I am off to one of my…
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Saint Molly
My niece Molly at the tender age of "just turned 4," is a holy roller. She thinks of God like most kids think of…
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The Friendship Thing
One was simple, the other elaborate. One liked hoopla, and the other preferred to go unnoticed. They went around and around in their conversations.…
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Pouring it Out
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…
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The Ribbon
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…
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Memories
Even without color there is still the scent of rose. photo: Roses growing wildly outside.
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The Love Affair
Photos: Sacha this morning claiming his love affair with my home made Cinnamon Cherry jam. Cinnamon Cherry recipe: Five pounds of cherries Five pounds of sugar Three teaspoons cinnamon ———————————–…
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Collecting Odds and Ends
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…
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The Interview
(Photo: A detail on a vintage 1920s illustration.) Blue has asked me to…
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Picking Cherries and Hugging a Tree
I am in a tree. Picking cherries. Tomorrow I am going to make jam. The first kiss of knowing, summer is around the corner. photo: Mr.Porte’s cherry tree. I love…
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