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| Photo from: The Circus Book: 1870-1950 |
molding clay
hands spread deep in paint publishing thoughts on canvas
the words seeping from my pursed lips, fingertips
the scent of autumn in louisiana, summer in spain
ooh la la, she says
one day i will get back to me…
standing tall
man’s white button-down, hugging bell-bottoms
hip bones at attention, dancing in moccasins
bedhead twisted up in a chignon
ooh la la, she says
one day i will get back to me…
dreams come true
the darkness, a case for reference only
sunshine, beaches and fine old fashioneds with a soulful twist
love on my tongue, smile in my eyes
ooh la la, she says
one day i will get back to me…
thinking happy
compassion from the heart
lightness in my step
a rainbow of patience and strength soothing this shell
ooh la la, she says
one day i will get back to me…
uncontrollable laughter
a meeting of the minds, an exchange of life
choices unimpaired
where moderation is natural and love is mutual
ooh la la, she says
one day i will get back to me…
one day i will get back to me…
one day i will get back to me…
one day i will get back to me…
one day i will get back to me…
Anne-Julia Price 