Cassandra’s Tears

Tears of joy, tears of pain, we are reflected in the salt-water pools we create. So let us build a fleet of paper boats and sail them on our ocean of indecision, laughing at the wind-whipped white-crested waves that would wash over us, drowning us in our own despair, yet somehow never vanquishing us in the end.

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Location: Lennoxville, Quebec, Canada

Friday, September 30, 2005

The Three Graces: a mini-saga

Three beautiful women posed for the camera. “My neck is stiff,” said Angelina of the straight, black hair. “I feel as though my dress is falling down,” complained Margaret of the ebony waves. “I have to pee,” murmured Juanita, hands crossed demurely in front. Obviously, the photographer was a man.


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