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"We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures". 
~ Thornton Wilder

Thank you all
 for bringing to my heart
 so many treasured moments
Peace~ Rene

See you all next week

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  1. UnknownApril 21, 2011 at 4:51 PM

    And to you, Rene!
    Blessings...

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  2. Brian MillerApril 21, 2011 at 7:51 PM

    aww and to you too rene...thanks for the purty flowers...

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  3. MarianApril 21, 2011 at 10:10 PM

    xoxo

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  4. PearlApril 22, 2011 at 11:07 AM

    "The defining function of the artist is to cherish consciousness."
    Max Eastman

    This is on a post-it attached to my monitor.

    Hugs, Rene.

    Pearl

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  5. cheatymoonApril 22, 2011 at 5:58 PM

    Thank you. :-)

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  6. Irish GumboApril 23, 2011 at 11:13 PM

    It is I who should thank you, so...
    many thanks, Rene. Peace and blessings to you :)

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