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Ghost Town July 23, 2015

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They are on beaches, on islands, on blankets under umbrellas. They are in other countries. They are holding paddles, fishing rods, dog-eared books, drinks, each other. They are in salt and fresh water or in boats gliding through such things. Some laze at old family properties; others muddle French in bars. They are under the sun and over the moon.

Je suis seule à mon bureau. The neighbors’ rooster crows.

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1. Mali - July 24, 2015

Je suis seule à mon bureau aussi. You are not alone. And you have the roosters, at least.

You must also take comfort in the knowledge that you write so very beautifully. This is the post I wish I had written when I wrote Winter’s Karma a few weeks ago. Sigh.

2. Dona - July 27, 2015

That took my breath away.

3. guacachocolatte - August 2, 2015

Me too… love it…


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