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French Flea Market Cures
At the flea market this morning, I came across a stand that had a 19th century pharmacy collection. Apothecary jars, packets of pills, cotton bundles, glass tubes with ointments…
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The Key is Believing
There is a way. There is hope. There is meaning. Light and dark. Here and now. A keyhole. A passage. The…
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Small Details
The small details of how we live our lives measure large. Isn’t it true that you can getting a feeling…
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A Plate of Thanksgiving
Empty plates wait on the table. Ready to hold Thanksgiving. Cranberry sauce, sweet potato, cornbread with butter, and honey. May…
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True Desire
Sure she had more than she needed, she was wealthy in many ways, she could afford to use a…
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Morocco
Marrakesh, at the Jemaa el Fna square, my imagination stood still! The Medina (the old city center,) grabbed me, stunning my senses, opening pores I didn’t know I had, flooding…
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Awareness
As I was in my element at the flea market yesterday, one thing I didn’t want to notice was…
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French Flea Markets on Sunday
Up before the sun, the car is cold. Why do the flea markets in France have to start at the…
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Weekend
French countryside, A stone house with a fireplace, Painted boats listening to gentle waves, Autumn coat in bright colored leaves. photos: Moments of our time in the North of France.
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Honey Bee with Angel Wings
Bonjour Mes Amis, Susanna said, "There is no doubt that when "I" grow up, I’ll be crowned The Bee-autiful Queen Bea.…
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