Thursday, March 23, 2006

 

66/365 Marie

When Marie arrives, decibels go up, up, up. Everything is exclaimed over, exciting. She sings - life and soul of the party. It’s hard when life intrudes with reminders of losses, but she will pick herself up again, rub her hands together, and say “Right, lads, where’s the party?”

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Is Marie on a hamster-wheel party circuit?
 
Now that you mention it...
 
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