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Thursday, May 17, 2012
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Life and writing, serious and humorous, old and young, past and present: it's all part of the fabric.
“Maybe we’re here only to say: house, bridge, well, gate, jug, olive-tree, window--at most, pillar, tower--but to say them, remember, oh! to say them in a way that the things themselves never dreamed of so intensely.” --Rilke
J'aime cette atmosphère...
ReplyDeleteGros bisous
My word, that is absolutely gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteSarah Allen
(my creative writing blog)
They're out there somewhere. . .
ReplyDeleteI love it when fog obscures something we know is there. It must be how you feel when you have that story/character/idea somewhere in your mind but just need a bit of sunlight to bring it to the forefront.
ReplyDeleteThis looks very peaceful to me.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful misty view. Thanks for all your very thoughtful comments. I sure appreciate you and all your words.
ReplyDeleteI think I see the 'little cat feet' now.
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