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Studio Friday Comfort
the small things of love’s labor sing a song to me, soothing as a lullaby. unattached antique pieces of no importance that contain history fragments, that are tattered, worn, forgotten,…
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Bedroom Wallpaper
They stared into the future their hair turned white she lost her footing he didn’t take her hand she took hold of herself “Why did you wear red pants?” “Why…
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Ah-Ha
The other day while waiting for a friend I sat down on the step and soaked in the sun. There on the rush-hour street, with the screeching of mopeds, the…
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French
In France: 1) Daily baguette 2) Eiffel tower 3) You can wear colored socks with tennis shoes 4) Bonjour MADAME, Bonjour MONSIEUR 5) Do not mix sugary foods with salty…
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Motorcycle Ballet
Frenchhusband and I took the motorcycle out for a spin. The first act of spring! With our coats unbuttoned and scarves left aside, we headed towards the sea. Riding up…
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Letting your Hair down
What would happen if you played hookey? If you just step aside? If not for the rest of your life, just for a day, or a few hours? What is…
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Daily Bread
The daily *rituals of living, are not the rules of routine, they are the touches of passion that keep the heart beating. * to read the rest of this post click…
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Symbols of Spring before the Green
Symbols are life giving, they help define moments when words leave blanks. Certainly words can be symbols in themselves, one word can evoke strong feelings, can change the course of…
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Shooting Star
caught in my soul with your many rays of light, wish words pinned on you I wish I may I wish I might…
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Coffee Tea or Me
I call out to Frenchhusband, “What should I write about today?” From the other room he says, “Sex.” “Coffee tea or me, that’s perfect!” He comes in and repeats, “Perfect?”
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