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snow angels


frozen in time
the top of your world
a frosted cake
now close your eyes
make a wish
one
two
three
was it all
that you hoped it would be?
did you get to skate,
my ladies three?

Rene ~ January 2011

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  1. Vodka MomJanuary 18, 2011 at 7:59 PM

    yes
    we skated.


    we were, however, a bit tipsy.

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  2. MarionJanuary 18, 2011 at 8:01 PM

    LOL! I love your take on the photo this week. It fits like a glove...or should I say mitten?

    Blessings,
    Marion

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  3. UnknownJanuary 18, 2011 at 8:03 PM

    and you all looked fabulous, darling.

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  4. HelenJanuary 18, 2011 at 8:42 PM

    This is just whimsical and bubbly. I loved it.

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  5. FireblossomJanuary 18, 2011 at 9:24 PM

    They DO look like sk8er ladies, don't they? The long skirts might not have been very practical, but they look mahvelous!

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  6. SukoJanuary 18, 2011 at 10:10 PM

    Clever and fitting! I'm not sure if I'll do this Magpie, but I enjoyed yours a lot. :)

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  7. signed...bkmJanuary 18, 2011 at 11:17 PM

    a fun writing, filled with thought...i wonder if they were too tired to skate after layering all those clothes on...bkm

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  8. Marilyn & JeffJanuary 19, 2011 at 3:15 AM

    I love the fast pace of this, I like your snow angels.

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  9. ReflectionsJanuary 19, 2011 at 8:55 AM

    Love the light airy feel, yet aging of the picture in your words, candles reminders of times long ago, yet skating on the icing of a cake, whimsical almost. Well done.

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  10. JinksyJanuary 19, 2011 at 9:40 AM

    frozen in time
    the top of your world
    a frosted cake

    And they look a stiff as the little figures made to decortae cakes...

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  11. Tess KincaidJanuary 19, 2011 at 1:38 PM

    We need to skate. If not dance, then skate!

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  12. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallJanuary 19, 2011 at 2:45 PM

    wow, let's make a figure 8...

    love your take,
    your words rock.

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  13. hedgewitchJanuary 19, 2011 at 8:29 PM

    They look like they just read the poem and are digging it. I'm sure they baked and frosted many a cake in their time. Enjoyed your take.

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  14. Kristen HaskellJanuary 20, 2011 at 2:40 PM

    They do look like little dolls on a white frosted cake. Speaking of which I could use a piece with a hot cup of tea!

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  15. CadJanuary 21, 2011 at 10:32 AM

    Who mentioned CAKE? Must be time for tea! LOL

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  16. Other MaryJanuary 21, 2011 at 5:35 PM

    That's lovely. Love the title!

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  17. Coloring Outside the LinesJanuary 22, 2011 at 4:04 PM

    "Frozen in time", exactly so!

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  18. MichaelJanuary 23, 2011 at 4:38 PM

    A lovely witty interpretation.

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  19. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallJanuary 23, 2011 at 9:25 PM

    Greetings, Happy Sunday! Blessings…

    Friendship Awards, Enjoy!
    Thanks for the support, You Rock!
    xxx

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  20. UnknownJanuary 23, 2011 at 9:51 PM

    thank you all for coming by, reading and commenting on my stuff. I truly appreciate it all. Really :)

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