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hitting home

"room with a view" - Rene 2009


sitting,
eyes closed
bathed in luxurious
silence
the refrigerator
hums a lullaby as
the kitchen clock
keeps time 
the floorboards
and i 
settle in for
the night
these are
the heart sounds
of my sanctuary

i lean back
breathe in 
exhale
unwind

Rene ~ January 2011

Comments

  1. Sitting at the kitchen table with you, Rene...

    Pearl

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  2. breathe in the balm, ladies...breathe in the balm :)

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  3. OMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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  4. This sounds luxuriously relaxing... ahhhh....

    Thank you for the few moments...

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  5. I think we all just closed our eyes and enjoyed your quiet.

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  6. ...
    (breathe)
    ...
    (breathe)
    ...
    ahhh...

    I feel relaxed, now. and I can hear the ticking of the old clock my grandmother had when we were kids...:)

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  7. heck yeah...i wanna breathe a bit of that...peace...

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  8. did you say fridge?


    now I'm hungry

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  9. a big sigh.....exhale..unwind...

    there really is nothing like it....thank you..nice photo too Rene...bkm

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  10. I want some.

    Great work, as always.

    Cheers,

    Casey

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  11. "The floorboards and I . . ."

    That's how it's done.

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  12. I wish more places were like that in public as it used to be. so tried of music wherever I go. Whatever happened to mental peace?

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