These flowers planted themselves in the cracks of Mycenae, stones placed more than 3,500 years ago. I was there last week. What a thrill.
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- beatstalkingtomyself
- Seattle, Washington
- Welcome! I'm Sara Glerum (also known as Sallie), and there's almost nothing I'd rather do than opine. Some of my earlier posts are long personal essays, but most of the newer ones are small commentaries on daily living. I love hearing from my readers.
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The photo reminds me of the story of the Buddhist monk (?) who was clinging to a cliff by his finger tips, while a tiger or some other man eating critter paced below the drop. Unable at first to decide which was the worst choice, he then spotted a strawberry surviving on a vine growing out of a rock.... Well, this wasn't meant to be so long but I hope you get the point.
I love the photo and the concert I enjoyed from your other entry. AS for racing around to make the house salable, surely it beats cleaning up after three pre-school boys? Your blog is great. Ginny
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