hello a new day she is wistful yet another tiny tot will she be healthy and strong, this little one? it’s Lily – that’s right, it’s your name, Lily she holds her so very close yearning, desperately loving her forever ~
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For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a mama orangutan with a baby held very close to her chest.
Come on, let’s go and see this great big tree. It’s very old, as well. Well, so they said. Okay, it’s probably fun. But who said that? Does it matter? Well, I guess not.
A little later...
Wow, it’s so tall, and wide. Let’s walk around. Ooh, we can peer inside. More than just peer, we can get in it. Should we do that? I mean, is it safe? It will be fine. Come on, don’t be a wimp! Okay, I’ll come.
And then they both jumped together.
Oh, that’s odd. What do you mean, odd. Well… it looks bigger inside than it did before. It’s bigger inside than outside? You mean… Look up there. Oh. Oh.
They looked at each other, and then they looked up again.
It’s a…
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The red-haired woman, aka the Raconteuse, had been writing furiously on her laptop in her usual place in the Six-Sentence-Café-&-Bistro; she worked on her latest series, it was almost finished, and she was thinking that it was really rather good – for example, who would think to make up such things like vampires and gargoyles, and even a fictional woman who looks rather similar like herself?
Earlier she had cast over the deli menu, the usual combinations – sandwiches, salads which are seasonal, but the best of all are the bagels, made by Tom each day, he has made his perfect niche making the best food around.
The Raconteuse had eaten very happily while Tom had been hovering around, trying to read what she had been writing on her laptop; she’d had several coffees through the day, as well, but now Tom had now finished for the day.
The bar was becoming busier, but at least she’d finished what she was doing; she sidled up to the mahogany bar, to smile and talk to her favourite Bartender: ‘I’d like a nice long G+T please, will you joint me – but of course you will have a VAT, unless you might make it later?’
They both grinned together, while the Raconteuse dropped a couple of notes – ‘here’s my tip, but now, if you’re not too busy can you tell me something; what could I write next time? I was thinking about the seven seas, it could be delightful, do you think it would work?’
I enter the room, not much there I see a broom… or maybe, call it a brush?
I would much rather have an easel here
I’ll use a big, big brush to paint and using many colours
and of course it’ll be totally abstract!
my husband – the artist
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A new day, thought the red-head woman, as she sat up in her bed, then got up and quickly threw some clothes on, she stared out, then opened her tiny balcony: what an odd smell, almost rank, she thought, but still nothing to worry about, unless it got worse.
She had wondered where her good friends, the two gargoyles, had gone from the roof just next to her garret, because yesterday they had slept there, since they had been rather woozy then, maybe that’s why it was a bit whiffy… oh, but here is a note on the table – lucky it didn’t blow away.
The two gargoyles had basic hand-writing, it was good enough; the red-head woman started to read.
This is for you, as we saw from the roof, we could see Mr Cushing and The Old One looking over the lovely city, while they were listening to rather loud music, but then Mr Cushing said that would be no problem he would run The Old One back to his ancient pile in Orleans – so there you know, all right xxx
ps: the three lovely vampires had been very busy all night in the cemetery and now they were snoozing like the dead (we are giggling)!! pps: we will be back though… soon, but in the meantime the two of us will be watching the football – a crunch match on Saturday.
The red-head women smiled, although something was niggling in her head still, but she couldn’t get to it.
Amsterdam, bracing at this time, I fear, my dear the air is frigid so let’s cuddle up and make the best of this… yes?
It’s lovely inside here in our narrow boat what a joyful place it is.
Amsterdam, Amsterdam just a wonderful canal!
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For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a canal where boats are parked and one boat is sailing on the water. On both sides of the canal, we see vehicles parked and rows of buildings on both sides as well.
two weeks in a lovely villa pristine and beautiful
a poem, maybe or perhaps a very short story
meanwhile, I’m going down to get some shopping and writing a couple of postcards
back up now heave and strain
I’ll be so fit by then
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Mr Cushing had opened all the doors on the limo, as everyone piled in the seats, he looked up along the road to see some awkward customers who were coming very much nearer; it was time to close the doors and go – ‘I will drive like the wind now,’ he said.
The two gargoyles were slightly inept as they climbed into the back, although granted they were careful not to damage the upholstery, but they were a little woozy, since they had drunk rather a lot of the special cocktail made by Mr Cushing.
Scatty lay down, staring up to the panoramic roof, where the huge moon and all the lovely stars stared back; while Joan and Francis were having a little smooch.
Meanwhile, Mr Cushing had been driving the limo, as it glided around the outskirts of Paris, it was almost midnight; ‘where should I drop you?’ he asked, ‘we are near Montmartre.’
Everyone suddenly sat up – ‘that’s handy… and of course, haunting time too,’ said one of them – as they all grinned, apart from the red-head woman, ‘I am happy to hop out, just here,’ as she took her big bag and her suitcase, ‘do you want to come too?’ – as the two gargoyles nodded their heads.
Back to the cemetery for us, as their little teeth became more noticeable; but then The Old One said: ‘Mr Cushing, shall we go up together with your limo, we will look down over the city while we turn up the volume.’
loving the beach live the people are all beautiful no worries around here the sea is azure and that beach, sand, sand and sand more than idyllic I can hear a man who is playing a zither
but it’s just a dream ah well
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For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a beach as seen from a great height.Water of the sea is coloured blue-green and people are relaxing by the beach.