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aMusings by Lucy Fagan

Whose woods these are …
I know for sure that these are my woods … though not today’s scene. Maybe as they will be in
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Christmas Past
When I hear the song, “I’ll be Home for Christmas“, this is the picture that comes to mind. It’s the
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What does lonely look like?
Who parked this old car beside the little creek and walked away from it? What roads has this old car
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Lucy on Black
I have always been confused by the definition of “black”.  White is supposed to be the presence of all colors
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La Saison des Chats Verts
As they say in Paris. When you add yellow pollen to black fur, the result is a green cat …
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Life in the big city
Firetrucks are summoned each morning by some unknown alarm, and they race down a nearby road with their sirens wailing.
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Diamonds and Rust
Well, I’ll be damned — Here comes your ghost again But that’s not unusual.  It’s just that the moon is full
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A Mourning Walk
A new genealogy discovery of some note in Georgia.  Taking early morning photos with a new Nikon lens.  Details of
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Have you noticed … ?
How much these words sound alike? ARROW – ERA – ERROR  “It’s the end of an era,” they say.  How
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