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THE HERE AND NOW: Of roses...
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The house in the roses. In a magical garden. Tuesday, March 11, 2014. Do you like red roses? Umm, red roses are not really my favorites, but my husband surprised me with a dozen red roses this past Valentine’s Day. I kept them in their original water and they lasted forever… really, they lasted for a whole month. Only last week I removed the stems and kept the dried blooms. But I will be discarding them soon. I know, I must be as square minded as my square dinning table is ;) Oh well! Soon, real soon!
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Pale Moon Gypsy: Procrastination Be Gone
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She dances, Pale Moon Gypsy, Willow beauty, music sway, She's magic, Pale Moon Gypsy, Like the mist, she fades away, Dance swift, Pale Moon Gypsy, A nymph, a song, a dream, You are free, Pale Moon Gypsy, No one even knows your name. Friday, April 26, 2013. Finally getting some projects completed, including getting my studio set up! Stay tuned for my paintings and new Misty White songs. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Realm of the Pale Moon Gypsy, United States. View my complete profile.
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Pale Moon Gypsy: Clara Bow
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She dances, Pale Moon Gypsy, Willow beauty, music sway, She's magic, Pale Moon Gypsy, Like the mist, she fades away, Dance swift, Pale Moon Gypsy, A nymph, a song, a dream, You are free, Pale Moon Gypsy, No one even knows your name. Saturday, May 21, 2011. Debra jean Almost to Paris. January 2, 2014 at 9:21 PM. No one like her.and no movies compare to the old black and white relics we love,right? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Realm of the Pale Moon Gypsy, United States. View my complete profile.
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Pale Moon Gypsy: May 2011
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She dances, Pale Moon Gypsy, Willow beauty, music sway, She's magic, Pale Moon Gypsy, Like the mist, she fades away, Dance swift, Pale Moon Gypsy, A nymph, a song, a dream, You are free, Pale Moon Gypsy, No one even knows your name. Sunday, May 22, 2011. River Phoenix 1970 - 1993. Lizzy Borden took an ax.or did she? Saturday, May 21, 2011. Always a big fan of Madonna.Love strong women. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Realm of the Pale Moon Gypsy, United States. View my complete profile. The house in the roses.
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The little white cottage in the woods: Rain and an anniversary
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The here and now. The house in the roses. Monday, August 10, 2015. Rain and an anniversary. After seven days God commanded Noah to shut the door of the ark, and to plaster it over with bitumen. And the fountains of the deeps were broken up from beneath, and a torrent of rain (fell) from above, for forty days and forty nights, without cessation, until the waters rose fifteen cubits above the highest mountains in the world" (Sacred Texts). I wonder if any of them might had shared my passion for stormy days.
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Gypsy Dreams: In the mountains - a love story
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Oncontextmenu="return false" onselectstart="return false" ondragstart="return false". The house in the roses. The here and now. The little white cottage. Saturday, July 25, 2015. In the mountains - a love story. Up in the mountain. the. As they are called, the air ran smooth and heat was somewhat tolerable. They parked their gypsy caravan and set up tent. She looked to her left and then to her right. She turned around and looked north and south, but no sight of the Fisherman was to be seen anywhere.
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Gypsy Dreams: By the lake...
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Oncontextmenu="return false" onselectstart="return false" ondragstart="return false". The house in the roses. The here and now. The little white cottage. Monday, May 25, 2015. It is so hot, that the air that comes out of my mouth is a blaze from a dragon's throat. am I dreaming? At least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but maybe. somehow. did I turn into some scaled, reptilian creature with two legs and two wings? We decided to park our gypsy caravan up among the trees this time. We have dis...
