We dine at times in orchid splendor, pheasant under glass, fine china, lace, a rare aged wine, and whisper in candlelight. We dine at times on dandelion picnics, an indian blanket on the grass, radio crooning love songs, beer and paper plates, playing ‘loves me-loves me not’ in the stars. We dine at last and after either in blood-red roses style the props are gone, not needed now, we feast upon each other till sleep excuses us from our table ...
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Reviewed by Sally Carter (Reader)
Reviewed on June 11, 2011
What a versatile writer you are! Superb imagery, and a most original view of love. Subtly understated and a terrific closing line.
Although you have proved it many times, it is still hard for me to believe the many ways you have to express the love two people have for each other. Crystal plates or paper plates know no difference to people in love. The last line puts the topping on this poetic meal.
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Rusty
Angela Calminetti, mother of five, New Age practitioner and gifted psychic and telepath, is proud of her family ties and does everything she can to make sure that all of her younger siblings are as happy in love and marriage as she is…whether they wa
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