Pushkar Too

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  1. Hello my darling friends.
    I can hardly absorb how wonderful your travels appear from your marvellous accounts and photographs.
    Wish I had more of a grip and was on the road with you, as we mooted.
    Off to the country this evening, out of e-range (how unusual) however will write and send on my return.
    I have some schemes afoot, yet nothing clear.
    Inspired by the colours of Asia, I love the details that you choose to record.
    Your images have me feeling an ever closer bond with you, it’s lovely.
    The smallest details and subtle combinations, so personal and curiously elevating.
    I really was envious when you posted the Fairhall green images….
    On the road for me.
    A clear warm evening and the skies will be full of cloud sculptures.
    More please.
    Love Maggie

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    1. Our dear sweet girl,
      How we long to rest our eyes on you and luxuriate in your intoxicating company again,
      We’re excited at the thought of scheming and are wide eyed with wonder and gleeful anticipation. Thanks for your lovely words on our scribbles and snaps, were so delighted you like ‘em. b&k xxx

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Kristen and Billy sprang from the loins of 4 heroic ancestors. They roamed the Earth for an Age, playing the zither, predicting earthquakes, calling bingo games, eating sponge cakes, and watching old movies on tv. They was schooled by the Dominicans and the Christian Brothers, what taught them their letters and scribbling skills. So, rudely equipped, and with a missal full of hymns in their hearts they stepped forth into the world. Kristen and Billy tried to keep the hippy flame alive as they strove and stumbled through work, like Kane from Kung-Fu crossed with Pollyanna, finding both good and evil in the hearts of men, ( but mainly good). They filled out time sheets and instead of villains punched the clock over and over (and over) again. Finally, the dark clouds parted, the sun shone through, and they stopped punching and started living. Now they are wide eyed, clickety hipped, post career dislocated hippies looking to get lost in a big wide world.