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On a blistering cold winter day in Italy, this carved marble angel caught my eye and seemed to say: In every corner there is hope! I am hoping for cooler…
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naked beauty is nothing to hide
Knowing that what you are is beautiful. Counting our flaws as points of interest, rather than covering them up. Willing to see beyond the boundaries of what is dictated by…
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French Wine Tasting
What does it mean to be French? After living in France for over 18 years, does…
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Leap of Faith
Wild over growth of green and dry weeds, strong worn fence, foggy uncertainty lures with a whisper…. jump! photo:…
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Sunflower
Unfolding, petal by petal, accepting the reality of each moment …not rushing it to be more than it is.…
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Les Yeux sont le Miroir de l’Ame
Looking through the shop window, I see a collection of dreams. A bit of gild, a bit of rust… religious artefacts… holders for candles soon to be lit… An angel…
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Love Poem
Like an empty bottle, has your heart ever been shattered on dry ground? Has it ever licked its wounds and found nothing relieves the festering, not even the watering of…
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A place called Home
a rough worn chair waits in the garden of my parent’s. remaining a favorite place to soak in the sun. there amongst the sunflowers and the pomegranate tree it has…
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Paperdoll Mishaps
Looking in the mirror she realized she forgot to take her white hi-top socks off and put on her red polka…
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My Dad
My Dad is cool, see how he wears his belt? He knew then, as he knows now, how to…
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