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The morning sun streaming through my bedroom window, birdsong lilting, the scent and taste of hot creamy coffee, all completed with the softness of a comfy quilt, starts my day in peace.
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Q for quick, which is a way of life for most in US cities, everyone hurrying here and there to work, school, shop, etc. even with a virus, the city never stops. My son and family moved from Denver to a small village in France a year ago. He had worked in a hectic lifestyle for thirty of his fifty years and decided it was time for a change.
A complete turnaround in lifestyle as they went from a high rise apartment to an ancient abandoned abode built in 1811. It is fascinating to me! What an adventure and I’m proud of them following a dream and making it happen.
Their quiet country atmosphere now reminds me of where I grew up and I’m so happy they are able to experience it.
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Changing my form now
Swift spring breezes and their chills
Require I hide
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I chose this. It seemed like the best decision for both of us, but now as I watch the shoreline disappear, my heart is full of sadness. Maybe it would have worked, being away for long periods of time, but I just couldn’t take the chance. It’s the life I chose before we met.
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“That’s just the way I like it”, he thought. Plain and simple, no frills, just the basics needs, bare necessities. She had finally turned into what he wanted. It just took a few years to hone the wild beauty who originally attracted him, into the barefoot waitress she is now.
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Although a specious display, the Jaguar entered the drive with a reckless amount of speed. Gravel thrown askew as it roared to a stop just shy of my companion. We were leaving the restaurant to join another dull meeting of office personnel when the driver stepped out of her vehicle.
The colorful Bohemian styled woman would have raised anyone’s deepest desires, but my companion halted, seemingly mesmerized. Her long free flowing hair brushed aside by a slender brown arm as she passed closely by him with a knowing wink of her black eyelashes and a smile that made his blood plummet into familiar regions.
I took his elbow as he seemed in a collapsible state. His mind seemed to be continually occupied during our afternoon meeting, possibly dreaming of a kiss from the ethereal woman.
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The past enjoyment of having a meal delivered has now turned into a grim reality and is getting to me. A simple order from a restaurant arrived Saturday and fragrant hot beef and broccoli with rice filled the air. Of course the delivery person left it at the door and drove away. It took a minute to get the bag open since it was “sealed for my protection” and I found it was missing two spring rolls, my favorite! Clearly paid for on the attached receipt, so why are they missing?
Food delivery used to be a treat once or twice a month, but all the previous fun is gone. Grocery delivery is hit and miss at best and my brain is starting to sizzle!
😒😒😒
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P for predated proposed promised perfection profiled pretentiously as if preordained proliferated practical probability did not exist.
Exercising his arm in preparation, Joe moved it around, applying pressure on his elbow for a good stretch. Any pain the anti-virus shot caused would soon drift away. It was just a precaution and he took it secretly from the rest of the group. His companions all gathered around the old cabin’s hearth, rambling on about how to design the fuse to the powder.
Joe was to be the deliverer of the bomb as he had planned from the start when the first flicker of the plan was discussed in FBI headquarters. Being an undercover agent infiltrating this group of wannabe militants was Joe’s current assignment. This night he was primed to spring into action as other agents were secretly on the prowl outside the group’s location.
Huddled in conversation, the fireplace roaring, Joe gave a signal and the teargas containers started to fly into the cabin. Another violent act deterred, Joe thought–just another day at the office.
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The Bag Lady 
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