11 hours ago
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
En boca cerrada, no entran moscas.
"Whataya tellin' people that for?" my husband asks me frequently. I don't really have an answer. He is protective of me and more private than I am. He also thinks it gives people the wrong idea, the idea that there is some form of intimacy, when I reveal personal information to people I barely know.
I guess I sort of feel like I don't care what they think because stories are not me. Very few people are allowed to reach the inner sanctum and I reckon most of them end up a little sorry that they did.
One of my three water colors from the beautiful island of Providenciales in the Turks And Caicos islands. This one is called Bri Reading.
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