I know a little girl,whose hair in ringletsfalls, unkempt from lackof brushing; who standswhen she should be sitting;who laughs with defiance whenchallenged, her dark eyes gleamingwith mischief; who holds her chin uphigh and stamps her feet, arms foldedin protest when she does not get her way. I see that little girl,have watched her play,with a […]
Ask me how I’m doingand I’ll say “fine”, notbecause I’m actually fine,but because “fine” is the onlysocially acceptable response. If I said that I have been lyinghere, for three hours now,willing my body to move,that would elicit unsolicitedadvice and tarnish my “fine”. I’d berate myself for breakingmy promise not to moan,knowing that complainingprovokes a compulsive […]
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This certainly drew me in, I love the way you spin a good yarn 🙂
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Ha ha, thanks
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🙂
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Fun indeed! Love the last
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Thanks Tina.
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Oooh, love that church window especially!!
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Darn traffic light was in the way.
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Oh well, life’s just not perfect, eh? 🙂
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Seldom….
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Yes.
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i really enjoyed the photos with commentary!
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Thanks Wendi!
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absolutely! 🙂
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Hi, VJ. Glad you joined us! I think that chair/swing looks marvelous. I wouldn’t mind borrowing it, too!
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Thanks Patti. Might be hard to take photos from it though.
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