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Basia,
You are ravishing in your new outfits! I love the rich colors and am touched that the work that goes into these handmade silks is valued so little.
Your pictures of the children offer feeling absent from the adult shots. What happens to us as we leave childhood? Even in poverty, the children are happy. A wonder. The little girl on her tummy belongs in a magazine. Once again, your ability to capture the spirit amazes!
I would be happy to stop by your home - even cut the grass. Let me know if this would help you. Isabel by-passed us and all is well.
Posted by: Mary | Monday, September 22, 2003 at 07:32 AM