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Truthful Tuesday on a Wednesday
Sunday Poser #73
What do you see # 127 – Another Love Story
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This week, on Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #192, Amy is leading the challenge with the topic: Earth Story.
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#WeekendCoffeeShare – First Week of Spring 2022
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What do you see # 126 – Scene
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This week, on Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #191, Ann-Christine is hosting and the topic this week is curves.
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#WeekendCoffeeShare – Fun Long Week
#Writephoto – Exploration of Downstairs
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Share Your World – Week of March 14, 2022
Sunday Poser #71
What do you see # 125 – Birthplace
Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #190: Close and Closer
This week, on Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #190, host Patti challenges us to look closer and I mean real close.
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#WeekendCoffeeShare – The Worst Parts of a Surgery
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Truthful Tuesday on a Wednesday
Share Your World – Week of March 7, 2022
What do you see # 123 – Picture Day
She never liked Picture Day at school. It’s been the day when her mother made her put on all sort of wacky costumes. “It’s for the sake of the memory,” her mother would say when the day came and she whined about the ridiculousness of the costume.
“Why can’t I have a stinkin’ life?” She muttered as she walked home the day before this year’s Picture Day. “If I did have a life, I can stay with friends for the night and I won’t be forced into mom’s costume each year.”
She remembered the previous year when her mother made her wear an 18th Century dress and carry a giant protractor and triangle so everyone would know she’s in the geeky Math Club. She shuttered at the thought.
She stopped walking before realizing she was in front of her home, her hands clenched in fists. “This year, I will stand up for myself. No more ridiculous costumes. No more picture memories.”
This is Another Story 