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Bon voyage, Leonard…

  I am sad tonight. Leonard Cohen is no more… I am no one who weeps for celebrities that die. But Sir Cohen was way more than a song writer or a singer… He was a living legend and an incredible gentleman on stage. As I wrote in a former post, I had the chance…… Continue reading Bon voyage, Leonard…

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Perfect strangers…

  Maybe we are not perfectly perfect strangers per say. Knowing just enough about each other to get disqualified. But if you feel like it, I think we should hit the highway. Go on a road trip, playing it perfect stranger style…     In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by  Sarah Doughty of…… Continue reading Perfect strangers…

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Yellow…

  “Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon ’round the ole oak tree, it’s been three long years… Do ya still want me?…”   She knew just who had left the message on her voicemail. He hadn’t spoken a word, but the seventies’ song said it all. It only left one question in her mind… When? When…… Continue reading Yellow…

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Loneliest meeting point…

I miss WP these days… I just don’t have time, and it makes me a tad cranky. I am working from noon to midnight, not leaving me much time to write (because I still enjoy taking time to eat and sleep every now and then, and it is nice to take a long shower or…… Continue reading Loneliest meeting point…

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Picture Battle – Cyr VS OM

Ding ding ding!!  Round 2  (No… I will not parade in a bikini with a big sign over my head.. But you can picture me doing so, all you want!! LOL) Yesterday OM posted about his lunch. I couldn’t resist, and I had to battle him again! So, here it is… MY lunch!    …… Continue reading Picture Battle – Cyr VS OM

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A street called Mercy…

  Wounded by his harsh words and his indifference, I painfully bleeded my way across town. Blinded by bitter tears, I moaned your name tormentedly through the alleys, stumbling on my wrongs and my failures, ignored by the passers by. Crawling in the darkest back streets, and the empty parks, there seemed to be no…… Continue reading A street called Mercy…

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Criminal…

  – Guilty! The verdict was out, and the crowd was excited. Many would have liked to see them hanging on the gallows of the the public square. But the judge was cruel, and hadn’t let himself grant them this sweet death, giving their last breath in chorus, side by side. No, they were to…… Continue reading Criminal…