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Love Letter
What are the letters you write to yourself? Do you have endless pages going on in your head, of…
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Filtered Light
The light comes through the tin cut panel door of the pie safe. The small cut outs that have been made…
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Planted and Uprooted
The chair was planted with a few words thrown in after a long day, even if the day had been short,…
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Standing where I Stand
Living in France is not like living in the USA. It just ain’t the same. Wine is replaced for beer. They wear jeans and make them look like a little…
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Love Triangle
The flirting dog was giving his best song and stand routine. It split her into, how her boy blue fell for it each time. Her Mother was right, "Never date…
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Sing Song
The song of the seashell and the breaking wave, the song the moonbeam makes upon the silent sky, the…
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Time after Time
Five-forty-five in the morning, sunlight pouring in my window, wildly the birds are singing like there is no tomorrow,…
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Nothing to Small
There tucked away in my hand-made life are the prayers of healing, the notes to remind myself of things I cannot…
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Are you Open or?
Words, the small sound that comes from our mouth that can trigger an array of emotion, the written word with its power…
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Bits of Paper Holding Delicious LOVE
The word tablespoon is worn off my Mother’s measuring spoons; this is another indicator of how much my Mother…
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