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Her scarecrow
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Her scarecrow The wheels of her moped spun in the gravel. She grinned at the sign as she always did. Beep if don’twant to see us to naked. In French, of course. She didn’t beep, couldn’t beep, no hands free. She bumped on with bags swinging off the handle bars, making the ride even more precarious until she passed through the large bushes into the front yard of the cabanon where she kicked the bike against the wall. Calling out, she hefted the bags, hurrying towards the main house although she could smell the deep burn of the kilns.. they must be firing. The kitchen still held the cool from the shade trees, trapped in the huge stones. She hung her discarded sundress on her hook, her hook, her hand pausing to sink the moment deep before beginning to unload the treasures she had brought with her. The skittering of claws, made her brace against the counter. Josie rounded the corner at breakneck speed, skidding on the tiles, piling into her ankles with a grunt. She knelt to ruffle the dog. This is how they missed seeing her as they came through the door. He, tall and skinny, stretched skin over long bones, white hair in a halo around an etched face of wrinkles so deep they looked like scars. A woeful face, a map of sorts, a lived in face. His hands still in gloves, wearing a heavy apron but nothing else but boots. She, a round little woman, made to comfort. She called herself a peasant, she the goddess, barefoot, glowing. So deeply bronzed, the light bounced off her, her silver hair plaited running down her spine, skin as smooth as poured metal but soft, so soft. His hands seemed always to find her, unable to stay away, her body to lean into his. Like magnets, when separated that dance back towards each other until they are joined again. “Ou es tu?” His deep voice filled with laughter. She popped up from behind the counter, shining with the sheer joy of being included in their light. “Alors…there you are. What did you bring to us? “ He demanded, hands on hips. “Goodies.“ The term delighted them both. He worked the word in his mouth, making it his own while his wife sang it aloud. When He laughed his face made her want to hold it in her hands, a thing his wife did often. It came alive. Together, the three filled the kitchen, Josie always there to catch a falling tidbit. They laughed, talked, food found its way to the table, into eager mouths. The hours flew by. Words, memories, small touches, silences filled with swallowed sighs. Josie leaned against her leg. A little the worse for wine, she pulled her sundress from the peg, walked outside, mounted her moped. Slipping her dress over her head, waving as she putted up the drive. When she turned for a last look, the sun drenched them in its final rays. She watched as they disappeared into their paradise. They were her scarecrow. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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there are some people that you meet that fill a void in your life. they do it with such grace that at the time you don't really know they are doing it. it's only after. this last day with these two people was a gift that I was given. they were quite old and I was very young. it seemed of little consequence then, but I understand it better now. from both sides. the elegance of their life still astounds me. thank you for showing me what love can be, can feel like. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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11/21/2016 11:56 am |
"If I Only had a Brain" 
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This is lovely and I can just picture them. You have given them a new life here on the blog (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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What a beautiful story. I've never known such people. Wish I did.
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Ahhh...this one brought a big grin to my face. I knew a couple like that, too. I was the only nude one, though: he was a sculptor, one of the most good-natured people I've met in my life; I was in my 20s, and one of his models. She did pastels, and was a gourmet chef. They treated me like the son they never had. What I thought would be a short-term gig for extra spending money turned into a six-year engagement. Every weekend I'd hold my pose as still as I could for as long as I could. Deer would come out and play in their backyard, eat apples off the trees, and I'd forget all about how hard it was to just stay still. It was like the Garden of Eden back there. I ended up twice-lifesize in bronze.
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We may not know why at the time but we know what feels right. Vive La Difference
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