Arousing Scenes

Lake Lucerne at sunset. Through the window of Alcove Coffeehouse I watch the water and dream. Then I write. A great sentence is like foreplay, groping instinctively to feel good.  And it feels good to be back. Working on my writing more than my blogging.  I've missed this space.

Mingi Love,
Mama Shujaa.

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  1. Sarah LaurenceJune 20, 2012 at 4:21 PM

    Welcome back to blogging! I've missed your posts but it sounds like you are using your time offline productively. Happy Writing!

    Gorgeous photo too!

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  2. Hana Njau-OkoloJune 21, 2012 at 6:23 AM

    Hi Sarah! Thank you.:)

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  3. Benol SmileJune 28, 2012 at 11:19 AM

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