lustrous

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He was wrapped in satin, lustrous black. He invited me in. I didn’t know what to do just then. I was here to conduct business, but surely he couldn’t have thought . . .

I crossed the threshold of the very large residence wearing a plastered smile, in apology for my hesitation. He took my briefcase, my coat and scarf and hat. I felt suddenly naked as he led me into this cozy nook, lit only by fire and candles.

My heart stopped then, along with my step. The septuagenarian pretended not to notice the trepidation which, by now, had clearly written over any other language my body might have been speaking until then.

He walked toward me with a poured glass of wine in his hand, and without a single word, leaned to kiss me. But just then two cats – they must be his, I imagine – ran through the room and between his legs. The wine flew out of his hands. He fell over. He must have hit his head . . .

“And so you contend his death was an accident, Ms. Harper? Is that it?” The detective wasn’t buying it. Hmm...
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Every time we say

Let there be! in any form,

something happens.

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STELLA TERRILL MANN

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john prest.

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Farewell and
Fare well
And fair
.........well

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All that is fear in love
And.............
All that's to faire in love and

Nothing is fair in love or war........

! ...
Armour all hearts
Amour in all hearts
And
Blah blah yaddi yaddi ya

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The Road Trip

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Limbs aching to stretch,
Lips against frosted window,
My breathe forms a foggy film,
That briefest of canvasses.

I know you're saying something
............I'm busy watching wires zoom past
But I can't make out the words

............I think I left hope some miles back
............Dangling fragile and fickle from the nexus
............Before (almost) seeing it fall.

Tears trickle down the vapoured glass
Where I quickly squeaked my name
That is now short two letters, and still
I don't know why you're driving so fast.
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Surround yourself

with people who respect

and treat you well.

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CLAUDIA BLACK

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claude monet

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30X30: 30

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eric:
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self-determined and
fiercely alive,
with ease will you make
your way

your smile (my joy),
our play, stamped on
my heart forever
will you be, sweet boy,
here with me
,

30X30: 29

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la charpente:
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Nommée telle un bon jour dans le bois, pour une vieille baraque qui me servirait de logement à mes histoires, ce blog m’a bien servi comme chez-nous pour mes mots.
Y
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30X30: 28

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mance:
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pitchfork in hand
she builds her biggest fire yet;
stories and laughter are shared

on the river
she and I
send off our song
..........in perfect harmony
effulgent it returns
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30X30: 27

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swimming:
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in the water
my body moves
like a fish on a wave
silence and motion
alone dictate
life
down there
sometimes
i swim against the stream
sometimes i just float
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30X30: 26

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lapins lutins:
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ils ne sont pas.
ils ne sont pas là.
ils ne sont pas nécessaires.

par douzaines
nous trouvons leurs traces
dans la neige
où ils viennent danser
dans la nuit
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30X30: 25

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jacques:
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he’s arrived from paris,
there’s a song
he wants to play:
alighting the stage
he sings sorry & i’m sorry.
....i
confess my love
to the little boy
....i
’ve known forever.
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30X30: 24

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sun:
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at the break of day
you wake me up
you fill my cup
you invigorate
you motivate
you make me smile
that’s just your style
so we play and play
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30X30: 23

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bruno:
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he serves me strawberries
and chocolate
while we whisk away the hours
into the night.
......sleep will come

......after
we’ve walked the streets
of Little Italy
talking love,
religion, philosophy,...,
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30X30: 22

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sylvia:
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always more questions than answers
when seeking the truth
.history lessons are hard to swallow.

back & forth and back & forth
until found, a shade of grey
..resting in the spectrum

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30X30: 21

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margaret:
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through your words my eyes would open,

it was safe to cry now

and just maybe i could heal?

cause your stories made it clear

that we’re all

damaged people

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30X30: 20

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m. lambert:
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great teachers are rare. that’s what makes you unique.
ears and eyes open, compassion abounding,
you never feared reaching out or daring to.

these accolades are yours: it mattered . . .
thanks : -)
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30X30: 19

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monet:
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i sit in the gallery before your masterpieces;
i realize then that no duplicate can do your brush or colour justice
........it is you, cher claude, who taught me
blue
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30X30: 18

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the river:
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winding through niches in green spaces,
with a burble over craggy corners
to the sound of my song it replies

the weathered blue waters
feed my soul once again
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30 x 30: 17

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gisèle:
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four decades has seen you as neighbour,
friend
and cohort,
classmate and coworker

you have shared your good humour,
giggles galore

and this! (you reported)
....is how you whistle . . .
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