The Finest Grain…

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“Just look at it”, he said
“The greatest moment
of the life of a tree.
All those years, capturing
sunlight, making it stronger
growing straight and true, sacrificing
itself in the end, for yet a more noble
existence.””Just feel the perfection” he said, running his
fingers along the surface of the flooring.
“Smooth, lacking knots, such beauty,
I’ve never before owned”.A voice wafted up towards him, a bit less
appreciative, than his noble thoughts.

“Are you going to do me again, or would
you rather make love to your precious flooring,
being Oak, no less, because this whole experience
is beginning to bore me a bit…….”

she said

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Today’s Featured Blog is…A Momma’s View!

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I could tell you all about our lovely neighbors we had to leave behind when we moved from Switzerland to Australia. The lovely couple next door, always happy to have a little chat or the family next door whose kids kept our little boy giggling. I could tell you about the other family in the neighborhood with the horses. People I’m still friends with.

I could also tell you about the weird neighbor we had over the first 6 months in Australia. The lady in her mid 40’s who came home with another guy every night, in the middle of the night to then play “Hotel California” full blast and waking not only us but for sure the entire building. I could tell you how I knocked on her door at 1.30am only to hear her say after she turned the music down “oh it’s the neighbors again, let’s just…

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Climbing…

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My Dear,

I went hiking the other day. Alone. I followed your footprints, engraved in the rock, followed the path, you had walked so long ago. Looking for traces of your past, left innocently along the road… Remains of the man you were becoming, souvenirs of the boy that is no more…

My legs hurt, as I ascended, slowly, but surely. Each step I took, made me ache and wonder. Wonder if it was crazy, wonder if I was. But I kept putting one foot in front of the other, clinging at the rock wall as the way got steeper. And my doubts faded little by little.

“Pity me, for I am a fool for you” you once said, but I was the fool climbing my way laboriously… Beating my body. Wanting to light the slightest spark of pride in your eyes, by all means possible…

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Happy 84th Birthday Rene Burri

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Today is the 84th birthday of the photographer Rene Burri. His iconic images have inspired photographers for years, his philosophy and approach to art inspires me. The world is a better place because he was in it…

Later…

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via Daily Prompt: Later

Writing now

about later seems wrong.

Shouldn’t I

enjoy now, and

not care too much,

or at least not

worry about later

for now?

Now, will die

soon enough

becoming then,

and thens will add

up, and be the past…

And later is

so uncertain…

Take yesterday.

Yesterday, I believed

later would be as

sweet as then was.

But tables turned

and now is leaving

a bitter aftertaste

in my mouth

before turning into

the past…

If only it

had been true,

when you smiled

and waved as you said,

Later…

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In the dark…

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The vibration of the cellphone in her purse had gotten her attention as she was walking down the subway station stairs.

Where are you?

She simply turned it off. There was the temptation to write back something snippy like that saying she had seen online… “Don’t push me away and then wonder where I went” but it just wasn’t worth it.


He had invited her for their weekly one on one dinner. He enjoyed cooking, but hated having to eat the same thing three or four days in a row when he cooked for himself. As usual, they had enjoyed a real feast she had been looking forward to all week, and now they were resting on the large couches, listening to his latest choice of music.

It seemed they had known each other for ever. But it had been only a couple of months, since she had moved in…

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THE FIRST PART, THE BIG TRIP – SECOND PART, QUEEN VICTORIA

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It’s over a year now since we returned from the Big Trip so it’s all a bit hazy – not too surprising when you realize I have trouble remembering yesterday. The nice people at…

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I am back from Denmark…

Hmmm. Yeah. I kind of feel like ending this post right here. But this is important, so I’ll swallow my pride, wipe the tear from the corner of my eye, and keep going.

Before I boarded the plane, I made a promise to a dear blogger of mine.

In her blog, Mrs Completely talks profusely about her better half, The Viking. I would lie if I said I never sighed at the thought of having my own Viking. So, I kind of live the dream by procuration, through her posts… lol

Back to my promise. The Viking’s family comes from Randers;

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Mrs Completely asked me to cheer to them if/when we went to Randers. Tuesday morning, J and I took the train from Aalborg (indicated by the star) to Aarhus. As you can see, Randers is pretty much on the way between the two, and…

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