But you <did> join them by being in the same air. It was enough without intruding. We don't think about others enjoying those holy moments... the same ones we've been blessed with. It is good to not "un-see". It makes us all one.
You might suggest Weebly.com to John. It is free, and sort of specializes in hosting photos. It is the platform I have my own website on. Have him check it out. rookandraven.weebly.com
This is classic, Sharron!! Love it. I cringed at the thought of my mother, in that way!! But1969. The year I graduated high school, and the world was my oyster. Janis, Jim and Mama Cass were still belting them out…Woodstock was 𝙩𝙝𝙚 place to be. Love was free. Freak flags were flying, etc. My mother would never be caught dancing in the buff, and the only joint she was familiar with, was the Hurry Back Inn. But I…well, that is another story for another day. ✌️😎
Oh No!! Sorry, Anna. Thank goodness you and I never caught OUR mothers dancing naked…. right? Welcome to Leaves! I hope you find things you like over here.
You are “abridav”! Of course! I hadn’t put two and two together. Thank you for reading at Leaves, Anna. And remember you can contact me anytime about lace mysteries.
But you <did> join them by being in the same air. It was enough without intruding. We don't think about others enjoying those holy moments... the same ones we've been blessed with. It is good to not "un-see". It makes us all one.
Okay, I may have joined them.Hell, I could BE them.
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I like that a lot ))))
Vintage 1969.
Some of us are proud to be geriatric hippies. Why the hell not!?
My HIP-ness is more hip than ever, i.e. bigger hips.
Haha.
Man! You are not the only one.
This one is also great. Like K.C. Said, vintage ‘69.
Thank you, my friend, for reading my little fictions. You have so many writers to choose from, I am honored that you have chosen Leaves.
I still listen to The Dead. Lost my love beads somewhere along the way though.
We are of the same tribe, my friend…
Ripples in still waters.
I will take that.
I once saw a women in her 70’s on Fremont St. in Las Vegas wearing only patches on her nipples and crotch…. So wish I could unsee that.
Oh, thank you…. now we ALL have that picture in our minds…. ha ha ha
I should harcsaid ‘pasties’ but the word didn't come to me in time.
This is the best, Sharron. I loved it. Thanks for the mention! (And don’t you just love John’s work? He’s one talented guy.)
I do love his work. Does he have a website where he showcases his photos?
He used to have one a year or two ago, but I believe he stopped paying for it.
You might suggest Weebly.com to John. It is free, and sort of specializes in hosting photos. It is the platform I have my own website on. Have him check it out. rookandraven.weebly.com
Thanks for the suggestion, Sharron. I’ll pass that information along to him. Also, your website looks great!
Ah patchouli. The diabetic coma producer of aromas. The dancing sounds fun, but yes, one should never witness one's mother in a sexual mode.
Especially with "Uncle" Charles... ( Who was that guy and why was I to call him uncle...?)
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This is classic, Sharron!! Love it. I cringed at the thought of my mother, in that way!! But1969. The year I graduated high school, and the world was my oyster. Janis, Jim and Mama Cass were still belting them out…Woodstock was 𝙩𝙝𝙚 place to be. Love was free. Freak flags were flying, etc. My mother would never be caught dancing in the buff, and the only joint she was familiar with, was the Hurry Back Inn. But I…well, that is another story for another day. ✌️😎
More, please, we need more from Gopher Farm, please. The whole story.
👀! blink blink 👀! - Yeah, that's gonna leave a mark.
Oh…. sorry. ( Of course, that would never have been our mothers, Ron…)
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Excellent! Now I've seen it too!
Oh No!! Sorry, Anna. Thank goodness you and I never caught OUR mothers dancing naked…. right? Welcome to Leaves! I hope you find things you like over here.
Sharon, but we did catch our mother's at ... something, right? By the way, we met before over the linens and lace :)))
You are “abridav”! Of course! I hadn’t put two and two together. Thank you for reading at Leaves, Anna. And remember you can contact me anytime about lace mysteries.
50 words used well!
Thanks Ms. Yael. Memories of that Era still haunt my head.
There is 1969, seen not simply once again, but from new eyes.
Isn't it?
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