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The Journal of Kathleen Wilson Wild Lupines become Her
01/12/2008 02:54 a.m.
Last Sunday we went to an end of the year party at a friend poet's home in Long Beach. There we met Naia for the first time, a wonderful poet. I had seen her beautiful poetry website, and loved that and she felt like she knew me from stories about our poets' nights from a mutual friend poet. But this was our first real meeting. We became instantaneous friends, and she set me this photo she took of me and my husband, accompanied by a cinquain she wrote. I played wood blocks during Rick's Klezmer music performance on his 1842 Viennese flute from our collection, you can see in the picture.
I am currently Happy
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| Posted by Maria Massarella on 01/12/08 at 03:10 AM 'tis late late late in the night -- some would call it close to morning -- in my corner of the world. I was on my way to dream when I happened upon this entry of yours, Kathleen ... Of all the photos you have ever posted, this is my favourite! the most beautiful ever of you, both in singular and plural sense. The lovelight in your eyes floods straight into one's heart... and feels like I can hear the music. It reminds me everso of a photograph from my daughter's wedding, and the way she was gazing at my brother while he sang for her. The poem on the above photograph is splendid, as are you! hugs* maria |
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