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This is my penciled-in story,
offered up in bits and pieces,
prose and poetry, image and
story. I'm so glad you are here,
pull up a chair, let's sit by
the fire and talk about life.
All text and photographs are the original work of Kelly LaFleur, unless otherwise noted. All rights reserved.
Be kind, don't copy! I can be contacted at mrsmediocrity(at)gmail(dot)com
May 11th, 2013 at 12:46 pm
amen…i love scents too…so evocative…and in spring the scent can get quite heady…
May 12th, 2013 at 1:25 am
Lilacs and Shalimar remind me of my mother.
May 12th, 2013 at 8:23 am
Lovely. Savor the simple, and the complex seems to lose its bite. You can inhale more than air when you breathe the spring.
May 12th, 2013 at 9:45 am
inhaling is good. Thank you.
May 12th, 2013 at 3:53 pm
The smell of Lilacs … one of my favorite childhood memories!
May 13th, 2013 at 10:10 am
your gorgeous images make it okay for me to not have a garden, and, yes. inhale. again and again and again.