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Hello, dear one.

Welcome to my online writing home.

Please make yourself comfortable, get a cup of something nourishing, and stay awhile.

Words are keys to doors we might even not know are there, tucked inside. If such doors open for you, bring them flowers and sing them a sweet song, maybe dance a little, and see where they lead you.

With love,

Francine.

Mountains of Blue

(Indigo Series #2 ) The color of my mountains is baby blue. I know, there is the white of snow, the evergreen of pine trees, and a myriad of colorful flowers in the Summer, but all you see there is the baby blue sky that envelops the mountains. When my great-grandmother left the mountains, full of grief and hopes, she looked at the sky and said, "I lost a baby to you, but I keep the blue." She went on, singing in the knowing silence of her lineage. I have been there in my dre

Francine Bonjour-Carter

To Live Like Blood

Last night I sat with nine other women for our Tuesday writing class, after a three-week long break. We talked about depth and getting to

Francine Bonjour-Carter

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Mountains of Blue

To Live Like Blood

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