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May 31, 2008

If Blanche DuBois was a rhododendren bush

The tall as the house rhodos in bloom...of course, not in full blown fresh bloom since I entirely forgot I had intended to post a picture of...

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Susan Moorhead: Artplay, beaches, blank paper, blue sky, blues, boats, cafes, carved wood, celtic, children, coffee, collages, courage, earrings, fireplaces, first editions, gaelic, God, grace, green things, humor, libraries, lipstick, medieval, mermaids, movies, mysterious unexplainables, New England, oddly shaped chairs, photography, pilot pens, poetry, red shoes, roses, sangria, Scotland, Sensodine toothpaste, socks, song standards, stones, sun, swoons, toast, trees, used book sales, vintage, wisdom, world events, writing, and yellow lamplight.

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