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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
February 21st, 2015 at 9:52 am
the world is blind to true beauty. you, thankfully, are not.
February 21st, 2015 at 9:59 am
it takes some bumping into and scraping along…but they wear down, over time….
February 21st, 2015 at 3:58 pm
So much truth here. We earned those rough edges, and not by rubbing shoulders.
February 23rd, 2015 at 2:16 am
the world wishes it were the ocean, but lacks both her subtlety and grace. let alone, her power ~