When nineteen-year-old Faby attends the annual Vaudeville Show in her small town, she is hoping to escape to the drudgery of day-to-day life in the Gauthier household, where chores are watched over by the critical eye of Maman and Maman Aurore. The year is 1924, the setting small town Vermont, USA, and even though she’s […]
Easily swayed, my imaginationfollows lines, dreams of new horizons spins and traces unknown spaces speculates about what might have been… (For Lens-Artists Challenge: Leading Lines)
“Be careful of the habits you make,” my father used to lecture, cigarette in one hand, whiskey in the other. “They will either make of you a slave or a master.” Of course, I had no idea what he was talking about, and I hated that his sermons were always: “Do what I say, not […]
Ivor lost in Philadelphia…..
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Oh really? Lol.
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Yup, usually a next time! lol
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Lol. Thank you!
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Welcome!
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I think pleading ignorance,
is more pleasing than paying attention,
when things like this are so boring.
Just plead ignorance,
and write another poem.
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Ha ha – you ascribe to the same school of philosophy as my husband….thanks for your creative response.
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Some days are just like that 😏
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Yes, they are. Thanks Christine.
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I promise to do better 🙂
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lol
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