The artwork may not be of museum quality, but the expression on the dog makes me smile everytime I walk by this old stable in the heart of the old town. The stable is now deserted and isn't even used as a garage.
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D-L Nelson is an American-born Swiss-Canadian writer and journalist. Visit her website www.dlnelsonwriter.com
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- Taking the train
- Bottle
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- The Long Blue Line
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- Number 8 Who'd have thunk it?
- Winning the lottery...
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- A poster to make me think
- Oh Happy Days
- Mailbox series continued
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- The local cherries are in
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