I feel most comfortable in old, shabby places.
Kindred spirits, peeling paint, strategic sagging.
I wonder if they knew what was coming.
Neither do I.
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I feel most comfortable in old, shabby places.
Kindred spirits, peeling paint, strategic sagging.
I wonder if they knew what was coming.
Neither do I.
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seeking sublime surrender
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
Verba volant, scripta manent !
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
Audrey Dawn
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
by Kelly L
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE
Love this! 🙂
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Sorry about the double comment!
Great Post!
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No problem😉
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Hopefully.
Common sense isn’t always the best solution. Life has lost a bit of breath in the land of Van Gogh…
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Hopefully. But common sense isn’t always a solution. Life has lost a bit of breath in the land of Van Gogh…
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You should visit Holland!
They think they know what’s coming.
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I actually think they do!
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I feel like my paint is peeling too.
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Whenever I feel like this, I want to go back to New Orleans 🙂
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