Playing Time

Page 20 - Unthinkable

Page 20 - Unthinkable

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Page 19 - In Between

(In Between by William Lawson)

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Page 18 - Preludes

(Preludes by T.S. Eliot)

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Page 17 - Portrait Of A Lady

(Portrait Of A Lady by T.S. Eliot)

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Page 16 - Richard III

(Richard III by William Shakespeare)

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Page 15 - Promising

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Page 14 - Watching

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Page 13 - By The Door

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Page 12 - Ecstasy

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Page 11 - Spare Change

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Page 10 - Killing Time

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Page 9 - Careless

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Page 8 - Lazy Dayz

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Page 7 - Temptation

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Page 6 - Not Alone

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Page 5 - The Morning After

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Page 4 - Dressing Up

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Page 3 - Green Pie In The Sky

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Page 2 - Carpet of Dreams

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Page 1 - Playing Time

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7 comments on “Playing Time

  1. What is this world that you display I see no violence nothing vulgar no gun play How can this be Oh my sweet land tis of thee or was it thou what difference does it make anyhow ( I wonder if I will ever be able to speak normal again ) This is a very nice piece of work I find it soothing somehow Thanks

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    • You are most welcome! My desire was to ‘grow’ a space that was pleasing not only to the eye, but the spirit as well. As I’m sure you know, most of our ‘pleasures’ tend to fade away with each passing day. “But (hopefully) not this one.”

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  3. If that’s your voice, I could listen to it all the time. Very smooth and mellow.

    This post makes me feel as if I’m reclining on an elegantly brocaded fainting couch next to a white marble fireplace that has a Russian afghan hound languishing in front of it, listening to that voice coming from a stereo that is made to look like a Victrola. I’m gazing out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the manicured lawn which holds a circle of stately oaks. My gaze shifts back to the predominantly white and pale green room, admiring the accents of silver and gray, as I daintily hold the stem of my wine glass to sip the deliciously chilled 1998 Veuve Clicquot La Grande Dame. I sigh. Ah, la joie de vivre…

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