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Dreams....lately dominated by clothing. Or should I say, lack of clothing. In one, I show up to work with no pants on. Yep....in my t shirt and white granny panties. Try explaining that to your boss! Or how about this one...showing up to work with no shoes on. Easier to explain than no pants! I got nothin'......stress?????<br />
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My waking hour thoughts: Owen Owen Owen......<br />
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I visited with him and his momma yesterday. He has had a rough few days. He has been very agitated. Unable to get comfortable. Pain meds were increased both in quantity and frequency. It seems to help for a short period of time. Short period of time....that's all we have. It's getting closer...his momma and I both feel it. We know....<br />
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She is a planner. She has most of the details worked out: arrangements, clothing, service, video, obit. It is the planning that is keeping her reasonably sane. I said reasonably....how could she be completely sane right now? <br />
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In the dark recesses of the insanity, fear is cultivated. Fear that in the end, when there is no need for planning and her sweet baby boy is returned to her by those charged with the final arrangements, there will be no way to determine that it is him she is cradling. Insane? I don't think so....I get it completely, totally and with every fiber of my being. I get it!<br />
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Because I get it, I have made her this promise: if she is unable to gather the strength to do so (completely understandable), I will take the final walk with my Owen. I will see to it that it is he and no one else, put in the crematorium and his ashes taken out and returned to her.<br />
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I will walk with my Owen to the furnace and I will sing one of his favorite songs as we go. I will take comfort in knowing I have completed his journey with him and that his momma will know, beyond a shadow of a doubt...it is he inside that beautiful urn she cradles in her arms.<br />
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It's the least I can do.....lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794908366190951214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8118680553965664446.post-52787559199348778772015-01-02T16:42:00.000-05:002015-01-02T16:42:05.965-05:00What to say when there is nothing to say...I wanted to text her and wish her a happy new year. I didn't. It isn't going to be a happy new year. So I just texted "I love you" instead.lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794908366190951214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8118680553965664446.post-729797686122136762014-12-27T16:35:00.000-05:002014-12-27T16:35:50.168-05:00GratefulI am grateful. My life has been turned upside down more than once and somehow I have always managed to come out on the other end reasonably sane and well. I suspect I will repeat this pattern once again. <br />
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I am grateful. I am grateful to and for those in my life who have continued to love and support me through the end over end events. There aren't many...we often find out who our real friends are when we are buried beneath the trauma and drama that is life. <br />
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I am grateful. I am grateful for my <a href="http://lucyslogicakayouknow.blogspot.com/search?q=angel">Angel</a>. She has always been with me to hold the world steady when I couldn't do it on my own. <br />
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My life of late seems to mimmic the speeding, highs and lows of the roller coaster. Up one minute at a manageable pace and then the next, barreling down at break neck speeds and careening around the corner uncontrollably.<br />
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This is Owen James Lucio Patrick. He is eight years old and he is in the final stages of renal failure...he is dying. My heart is breaking.</div>
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I have known Owen since he was three. As a part of my then job, I rode the school bus to and from school with him. Owen is blind. Because of his blindness, he likes to use his thumbs to apply pressure to his eyes. This give him the sensation of "seeing" so can you blame him? But that particular habit can cause infection and damage to his beautiful blue eyes. It was my job to stop him from poking as he rode the bus to and from school.</div>
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Riding the bus with him morphed into taking care of him a few hours a week after school, to taking care of him during the summer, to quitting my job and taking care of him 40 hours a week for a year. He and I have a bond. A very strong bond. He is my boy and I am his "other mother". He loves me and I love him. He is dying and my heart is breaking.</div>
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I could spend hours and days telling you stories about Owen. There are so many! I need this outlet to share some of those stories. I ask for your tolerance as I write about him. I need to do something that could make a difference in a time when I can't effect change. A powerless, out of my control, don't have the magic wand or super power cape time. He is dying, my heart is breaking and I can't change a damn thing about that!!!!!!</div>
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What I am hoping to change is this: the awareness, compassion and understanding for children like Owen. The "less than perfect" children in our society who are in reality, the epitome of perfection. I am hoping by doing so I can somehow cope. Because....he is dying and I am broken hearted.</div>
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Thank you for being here.....lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794908366190951214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8118680553965664446.post-21003944831994885722013-08-24T15:55:00.002-04:002013-08-24T15:55:33.935-04:00Frustrated!Why aren't my pictures showing up? Ugh!!!!!!lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794908366190951214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8118680553965664446.post-76038726078652608252013-08-21T21:18:00.000-04:002013-08-24T15:53:12.330-04:00Preserving the Past<div class="separator" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The writings herewith in are cherished and some even border on sacred. I bared my mind, heart and soul in these writings. Yet, this is the only place they existed. I had done nothing to preserve this part of me....that is until recently.</span><br />
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I used a free downloaded program called Blurb (program is free, finished books are not). I was able to import all of my writings and pictures directly from Blogspot, then pick and choose the ones I wanted to include in my book. Blurb allows you to format your pages, font, size etc. to get just the look you want. </div>
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I dedicated this labor of love to my children and gave them each a copy. For my journey is theirs as well and perhaps coming along with me may let them know me just a bit better.</div>
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Said pride plaques tell every pervert, sexual predator and Chester the molester your child's name, address, the high school he/she attends and the sport or activity he/she participates in. How difficult do you think it would be to find out any additional details one of the above seedy individuals would need to track your precious baby down? Not very!</div>
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lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794908366190951214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8118680553965664446.post-1019082496250090492013-08-17T22:20:00.000-04:002013-08-17T22:20:11.350-04:00Another year goes by.....Do you mark the passage of time in months? Perhaps days and hours? Sometimes all I can manage is a minute at a time.<br />
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I honestly do not know where the time goes. But nevertheless it is gone. And once again I find myself here visiting my old friend...a visit long past due.<br />
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In a nutshell, the past year has seen: a new son in law, two new granddaughters, two new jobs, a new residence....<br />
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97 years of grace...rest peacefully Gram.lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794908366190951214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8118680553965664446.post-49393827760321467852012-08-09T22:06:00.000-04:002012-08-09T22:06:59.648-04:00My Friend....She hurts tonight. Her heart is heavy and she is weary. I want to wave my magic wand and take all her pain away. But it was this <a href="http://lucyslogicakayouknow.blogspot.com/2008/12/hsmshs-angel.html">friend </a>who once pointed out to me, "your magic wand is simply a toy and the sooner you embrace reality, the better your world will behave".<br />
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She isn't a kill joy, this friend of mine. She deals in facts. She has had to, as everyday since her now 26 year old <a href="http://lucyslogicakayouknow.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html">son </a>turned three, life has been one challenge after another. This summer has been particularly difficult. Imagine making the decision to have a large part of your son's brain removed...for his own good of course. At what cost?<br />
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Her Gram, dear sweet Gram, is dying. Some would say it is not a tragedy for Gram is 97. She outlived her husband, a son in law, a granddaughter.....a very long life, a good life, a great family. But the tragedy lies in the heart of my friend. My friend who loves her sweet Gram and will miss her terribly when she crosses to the other side where Gramp will surely be waiting.<br />
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It will be then, I will get that damn wand out and wave it with everything I have in hopes there is just a teeny tiny little bit of magic in it, just enough to ease her pain bit. Is that too much to ask?lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794908366190951214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8118680553965664446.post-34239389751440526632012-08-07T20:54:00.001-04:002012-08-07T20:54:17.477-04:00ChangeThose who have read these pages over time know I dislike change. With that being said, if you have read these pages over time, you also know I have seen a great deal of change.<br />
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This time it is preceded by "job"...I have had a job change. Nasty? Not the adverb I would use to describe the "change". It hasn't been too bad...different yes. But not bad.<br />
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Through their One Word Project, <a href="http://shuttersisters.com/">Shutter Sisters</a> encourages us to use our cameras during the month of August to <a href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/8/1/elevate-the-everyday.html">"Elevate"</a> those things random and often ordinary. <br />
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Coronado Beach, CAlucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794908366190951214noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8118680553965664446.post-56289699425957087932012-08-03T11:57:00.002-04:002012-08-03T11:57:40.923-04:00They Are ChildrenI have spent the last couple of hours looking for information related to the effects of divorce on adult children. It is sparse to say the least. The common thread of information says just that: there isn't much research in that particular area. Why?<br />
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I guess because when families fall apart after children reach the age of maturity, most believe t<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875);">he impact is not significant. Uh....not so much! Our family disintegrated after 30 years and it has been devastating for myself, my former husband and all three of our adult children (I won't even go into the friends and the extended family).</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875);"><br /></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">I love him and I have no doubt he loves me.....but our marriage failed in spite of us. Blame? What is point? I will take a considerable amount of it, though he shares some as well. It takes two. It also takes two to heal the devastation created and that is where we get stuck. Healing requires forgiveness. There isn't alot of that going on.</span><br />
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The impact of this divorce on our adult children has reared its ugly head throughout the past three years in various ways. The biggest impact is the loss in their sense of "family". It has been huge for us all. There is always a gaping hole...someone is always missing.<br />
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But recently the impact has become even more profound and I am at a loss as to how to help them...my girls specifically. Their father has a girlfriend. They were thrust into his relationship and expected to accept her and it from the get go. It was fast and furious with no warning. She apparently is less than subtle and does not understand "boundaries". Try as they might to like her...they cannot stand her. <br />
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They feel guilty because they want him to be happy and because as one said, "I feel as if I am acting like a fourteen year old spoiled brat". The time they spend with him and her, and herein lies the problem, they cannot see him without her, the more they dislike her. It is beginning to cause serious problems for them. They feel they are losing their coveted relationship with their father.<br />
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Yes, they have tried to talk to him about it. Their words fall on deaf ears. Feeling were not his thing. Some things never change.<br />
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No matter how old they are, divorce hurts children. And seeing my kids hurt, hurts me beyond measure...especially when I am powerless to help them.<br />
Some things never change. <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span>lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794908366190951214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8118680553965664446.post-23816183873837483512012-08-01T13:23:00.000-04:002012-08-01T13:23:05.186-04:00Re- inventing The WheelIs it necessary, I ask myself? Most say, don't bother. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. It ain't broke...no. Perhaps just ailing, in need of a few minor changes, deletions, additions, etc.<br />
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I certainly need to update my blog list! I have begun to surf around, looking for different blogs to add. I have a special interest in quilting, art journal and photography blogs. I have my favorite old standbys as well.<br />
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I like the new look. We all need a new look every now and again! I have always been partial to sunsets. I took the photo in my header in San Diego standing on Sunset Cliffs....aptly named don't you think? It is an amazingly beautiful place. I will be posting more photos soon.<br />
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I intend to take more photos....something I have gotten away from in the past couple of years. I am going to once again use this space to display my photographs, as this was always my creative outlet and pictures allowed me another means to express myself.<br />
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I have discovered the fun and frustration of quilting. I have created a few decent quilts. I make them for family and friends...always trying to capture the essence of the person with the fabric or design. I can spend hours in the local quilting shops walking in circles until I find just the right combination of prints, colors, textures to cut and stitch together. I hope to share a few.<br />
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Writing has always been cathartic...cleansing. I often bare my heart and soul through the words I write in this space. That will not change. This is my space...created by me, for me and as time goes on, I will continue to share those things, trivial and those vitally important, public and yet intensely private....where the entire world can see.....odd isn't it.<br />
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<br />lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794908366190951214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8118680553965664446.post-13523367027733612382012-07-30T21:25:00.002-04:002012-07-30T21:26:51.987-04:00This is a TestI am writing to see if I was able to figure out the aforementioned problem regarding the lack of breaks created between paragraphs using the enter/return key....here goes...hit the key<br />
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Did it work? I am going to look at the preview right now....<br />
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Well I'll be dipped damned! I am a genius! I figured it out on my own! All by my own little self! Under "post settings" there is an "options" button, under that there is an option to choose "enter" for line breaks...Click!<br />
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Viola!!!!!! Spaces between my paragraphs....I will sleep much better now!<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">OK...so maybe I am a little anal.... </span>lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794908366190951214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8118680553965664446.post-39738129713959045602012-07-30T21:18:00.000-04:002012-07-30T21:18:55.983-04:00Minutia<div style="text-align: left;">
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Rambling thoughts... Blogspot makes me crazy! What is with this program's inability to recognize "return/enter" to create spaces/lines between paragraphs? Why doesn't what I type in dashboard look like what is published on the blog? UGH! space bar space bar preview preview...back and forth back and forth! And no I am not OCD! I just have a thing about spaces between my paragraphs<br />
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That depends on what we are talking about. <br />
The immediate plan is to take a shower as it appears to be 6pm and I am still in boxer shorts and the t-shirt I slept in!
Don't let the attire delude you into thinking I have not been productive today...quite the contrary! I have dusted, run the vacuum cleaner, sorted all my fabric, nearly finished a quilt top for my son and walked in on my daughter and her boyfriend in the throws of ummmmm.... Well, let's just say, he was butt ass naked and her legs were in the air!
In their defense, it is her apartment, and I didn't knock. In my defense, there wasn't a sock on the doorknob!!!!!!!!lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794908366190951214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8118680553965664446.post-7725722694655249762012-07-27T12:41:00.000-04:002012-07-30T21:31:40.284-04:00Memory LaneI spent some time last evening taking a walk down that familiar path....<br />
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When I created this blog slightly over four years ago, I had no idea where it would go or better articulated: where it would take me.<br />
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It has been a journey, these past four years. I have learned a great deal about myself and about others. Life has a way of teaching us lessons we are apt never to forget! Sometimes I think getting hit by a train might have been easier and far less painful! But alas....I survived. For that is what I am to my very core....a survivor!<br />
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However, I don't always want to be a "survivor". I want to embrace my life and those in it.
I have had a difficult time doing that in recent years. I miss the feeling of true joy, of being passionate about something, anything!<br />
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Existing within my existence has become the norm.
Meandering through the words I have written over the years brought feelings of melancholy and yet spread smiles across my face.<br />
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Regrets? Often too many to count! Gratitudes? By far outweigh the regrets....there has been so much more good than bad!
It is time to focus on those things!<br />
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Windows close, doors open...<br />
Endings bring beginnings...lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794908366190951214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8118680553965664446.post-48683822196062191302012-07-26T09:32:00.001-04:002012-07-26T09:32:08.286-04:00Hello Old FriendHere you are...always stead fast and waiting. Poised for my return no matter how long I have been gone. Accepting my absence without question. Patiently waiting for what is to come.
I neglected you my friend. Why? I did not want you to become the outlet for all that was negative and sad. I did not know how to take you in a direction that was safe....for us both.
Yet Dear Friend, I have felt you tugging at my soul....
After all "writing is the supreme solace" (W. Somerset Maugham)lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794908366190951214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8118680553965664446.post-22173412792961705042011-08-16T18:57:00.000-04:002011-08-16T18:57:45.940-04:00What Day is Today?Today is <strong>National Tell a Joke Day</strong>! Do you have a good joke to tell? Are you a good joke teller? Because it might be the best joke in the world, but if you are a rotten joke teller, then it just becomes that....a rotten joke.<br />
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So have a go at it...tell a joke. Make someone laugh! Here is mine...<br />
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There is this 75 year old woman...she has been married for 55 years when her husband up and dies on her.<br />
Isn't too long before she starts getting lonely and decides to put an ad in the paper for a companion.<br />
"Wanted a good looking senior man who is faithful, won't run around on me, won't beat me and is still capable of having great sex."<br />
Well lo and behold, not more than two hours after the ad runs, her door bell sounds off.<br />
She's a bit nervous, but nothing could prepare she for the shock of what was on the other side of her door when she opened it!<br />
The man facing her said, "I am here in response to the ad you placed."<br />
The poor woman found herself stammering and stuttering, "but, but, you have no legs"<br />
"Nope," he said, "So I won't be running around on you!"<br />
"But, but, you have no arms!" she cried.<br />
"That is true madam. Therefore, I won't be beating you either," he explained.<br />
"And what about the sex?" she asked.<br />
"I rang the doorbell didn't I"<br />
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Ba da Bing!!!<br />
Ba da boom!!!!lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794908366190951214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8118680553965664446.post-24306292371759477002011-08-01T21:48:00.000-04:002011-08-01T21:48:26.958-04:00ChangeShutter Sisters, a photography blog I have always admired and loved, has a monthly project: "one word" in which photographers interpret the word through the lens of their camera .<br />
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Because I have just begun to blog again, I am so far behind, not only on writing, but also on reading, <br />
catching up often finds me behind the eight ball. Therefore, I find myself <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: white;">thinking</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span>about the July prompt on August first. The word for July was "life". Life captured through the lens of my camera...</span><br />
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