Have suddenly realized that the ladies who met up with my friend's mother each month to play cards were more interested in conversation than who scored the highest points.
"Oh, water colors," Fiorella said, watching the child at play. "No, they're paints," her mother corrected your girl. Having brought up to be polite, Fio didn't tell the mother that any watery paints are called water colors and so labeled in museums or displays.
It's harder for me than it was ever before
'Cause there's no one to share my life anymore
Your Choice--
It's in and out for a shower
And you have to stay on your toes--
Or you can lie in a tub for an hour
Meditating on poetry and prose 😊
Fiorella's been working on her studio all afternoon, trying to line up the piles: art, teaching, writing, and family. Most of her romances and music are still stuffed into drawers, but as soon as she gets this layer finished off, she'll open up the files again. (Are you getting exhausted just listening to her? )
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