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Tie a bow and call it Good
It doesn’t have to be perfect to see the truth.
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Who is this French Beauty?
I posted this image when I first started blogging. I would like to know who this woman is….I am re-posting this post in hopes that someone will know and tell…
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Sweet Sixteen and piercing ears with a needle and thread
1975 Around this time thirty odd years ago, at an hometown football game, my childhood friend was talking about…
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Home is where the soul is
Collecting has meaning Entering someones home I sense I am given a key to discovering who they are. I often feel the sacredness of the person, the symbols of their…
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Light over Darkness
Have you ever seen your light reflected in someone’s heart, or your energy giving light to…
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Acts of Kindness give way to Healing
Gather the bounty of yourself in a bouquet of flowers, one-by-one give them to the people you…
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Sitting Still in a French Antique Armchair
Spending time sitting alone is a pleasure of mine. Some would find it boring, their legs would feel antsy. I see things differently, there are many angles and curves. When…
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An Afternoon in Provence
Sitting at a sidewalk cafe in a quaint French village, gathering memories for tomorrow with my cousin Julie,…
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