Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Cupboard Door

                                                  
                                                             ... midnight on the  kitchen floor

                       ... back against the cupboard door

                                                                                        ... the price I pay for every new beginning




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6 comments:

  1. Linda StarrJuly 16, 2014 at 9:06 AM

    as I scroll down the kitchen becomes darker - cool, might be my monitor

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    1. Teresa EvangelineJuly 16, 2014 at 9:49 AM

      Yes, there does seem to be that effect. The candle enhances it, I think. A bit of serendipity ... :) Thank you for commenting, Linda.

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  2. MargieJuly 17, 2014 at 11:09 AM

    The photo reminds me very much of my aunt's kitchen , nice memories for me.
    As always , I enjoyed the poem, Teresa .

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  3. AnonymousJuly 17, 2014 at 11:48 PM

    There seems to always be a price...

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    1. Teresa EvangelineJuly 18, 2014 at 6:23 AM

      I suppose it's what propels us forward, deeper into life.

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