I dream that I am teaching again, and having assigned the class independent work, I am spending time connecting with each student to see if they are grasping the material. It’s my favourite part of teaching, and I wake up wondering if I’ll ever have that feeling again. So rewarding. It is bittersweet, growing old. […]
Really wasn’t your faultthis fury that overcame –Words evoked onslaught,a raging river of pain. Didn’t mean to push you,miscalculated my aim,swimming in swamp watersnot a recommended game. You floundered, gurgled,cursed me by name –our love story, now viralbrought an alligator fame. (Image my own. Tale is totally fictional, I promise.)
Love the action poses in the first sculpture. ❤
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They really are well done.
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WOWWWWW!
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Cool, eh?
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Yes, ma’am 🙂
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Sorry, hanging out with a granddaughter today.
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Sounds like a wonderful day! 🙂
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“…permanently lifting the curtain…”I love that. A creative and lovely choice, thank you!
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Thanks Leya!
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I thought those 2 men were real until I read your text VJ – how clever is that?!?!
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Very clever. Thanks Tina!
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