Category Archives: c’est la vie

Settling down in Moyhu

So we’ll go no more a roving So late into the night, though the heart be still as loving And the moon be still as bright For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And … Continue reading

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Attitude

Sometimes attitude is just what is needed and that is what “Discovery” thought when she went to the protest about the treatment of Refugees in Australia at Canberra. She was also thinking of attending the Climate Change Rally!

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Friends

“We are all so different and yet we are all friends”, Wrinkles ponders this thought with Discovery and Greedy.

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Fils de Louis XIV

“Fils” is in Quebec and he has a feeling he is related to Royalty. Funny that most people feel in their past lives they were famous.

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Demain des l’aube…

Blue Eyes with her New Orlean pearls, waiting for the dawn Blue eyes was left at Cap Ferret, France. “I would go walking on this beach every day and there are these huge old bunkers from WW2 – they were … Continue reading

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Fine fitting in..or not?

“Fine” trying to fit in at the market, Nepal, in the chilli bin The Guy You Work With by John Grey

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Money money money

Warning by Jenny Joseph When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me, And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and … Continue reading

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Siblings

Three siblings from the same parents and yet so different.

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“Hope”

Hope by Emily Dickinson “Hope” is the thing with feathers__ That perches in the soul__ And sings the tune without the words__ And never stops__at all__ And sweetest__ in the gale__is heard__ And sore must be the storm__ That could … Continue reading

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searching for home

searching for home

a feeling of so close to a memory you can touch it and yet it continues to allude you

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