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L'artiste

There lives an artist, I think, that if we ever should meet, I would assume she walks down extraordinary streets, painted with vivid brush strokes and cobbled stone streets, traversed day and night by hard-bottom feet. 179 more words

Poetry

Reputation

In awe the crowd stares at the white angel
Her beautiful wings fill the whole plain-field
Her gown drapes staining it with dirt.
And the crowd goes wild ripping it apart. 43 more words

Poem

The Tin Chapel.

Up on a hill, a forgotten chapel made from tin roofs lays abandoned in a sleepy part of Wales.

We stopped on the edge of a dirt road while farmers watched us. 137 more words

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Fry Lodge Pillow Talk 

Thanks to Aunt Donna, the Fry Lodge living room is now branded! And, this gives me more ideas for customized items we need to order from Marshes Fields & Hills.

Fry Lodge

When It's All Done!

We (me and Arash) decided to spend the weekend peacefully and leave all the stress and pressure behind to start a new week. As usual nothing could delight us but visiting some good works in Art galleries or get far from the city and its killing noises in nature. 246 more words

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