I stood there watching.
you, hasty gestures and thoughts, in a Christmas Eve many years ago.
scent of clean laundry, fresh tomatoes and clams.
scent of clean laundry, fresh tomatoes and clams.
And I learned little girl, I wanted to be as good as her.
still observe it.
always puts passion in his dishes.
[photo from web]
my speech comes after reading this post dedicated to creative writing workshop in Under the flowers of lilac of Carolina.
I constantly participate in these discussions and exercises in order to refine more and more one of my many passions. I do not know if I was right or wrong to write, to center the theme.
Of course I picked up the emotions of that memory away.
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