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- An ordinary middle-aged woman
- A Diamond is Forever
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- What's for dinner?
- Nigel Mansell
- Migraine triggers
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- Growing up
- Is Happiness a Reasonable Goal?
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- Life's a gamble, so they say
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- The Holiday in Hell
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Women tend to talk with their hands for some reason, Sir...
ReplyDeleteWould it surprise you to kow that in work meetings, I sometimes have to sit on mine?!
Those are beautifully evocative images of Jo, by the way... Lovely.
She can't help it! She's expressive! Hi Jo!
ReplyDeleteYou're right WONI - they are very 'Jo' - but so far as I know she's never had to sit on them!
ReplyDeleteYou too are right, Shabby Girl. even knowing I was photographing them she couldn't keep them still.
I agree with the first poster - beautiful shots!
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