Story

The story in the beginning
is always hard…
Then you cannot escape it.
It coils around you deeper and deeper
and burns with words
Unwritten.
……………………………………………………
I met him one shiny wintry day
My heart was as confused as the weather….

Ivan Fedorovich Choultse

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art by Ivan Fedorovich Choultsé (1877 – 1932).

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She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... In ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. In the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, laugh, smile and drop a line here, or on her email.

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2 comments on “Story
  1. namelessneed says:

    I’ve been enjoying where your mind goes. Thanx and keep on, friend. G.R

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