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noticing... fog in the morning, the way hot coffee and cream feel in my mouth, the way i relax when i think of love and grace, the way it feels to curl up in a hammock ~ sun coming through, poplar leaves rustling, the blue sky, eating together outside, watching the darkening sky from a hilltop, and finding nemo with porch lights.
Comme ceux créés par un impact qui a brisé un écran télé... Non je ne suis pas folle, je ne l'ai pas cassé pour la photo mais quand j'ai vu ça ;-) Je suis peut-être vraiment folle :-) Like a screen's television broken.. No I'm not a fool, I don't broke it for a shot but when I saw that ;-) I'm perhaps really fool :-)
A Wicked Turn
Acte 9
A Sticky Wicket as the Action turns up a notch
He chuckled at his good fortune to find these valuables unguarded.
The tiara was beckoning him to take from this house of uncaring wealthy souls…
So it was, as his fingers wrapped around the almost blindingly shimmering Tiara, that it was not without surprise that his ear caught the slightest whisper of a rustling gown, and then a rather feminine foot being cautiously placed upon the stairway below at the opposite end of the hall …!
Like a cat, his muscles tensed, ready to flee…. He had time to make his escape….