tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64517446037789893272024-03-05T00:36:45.499-07:00Enchanted DreamlandPrincess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-68320098243291236482010-10-17T19:17:00.003-06:002010-10-17T20:10:45.297-06:00Transfer<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">For now, I shall live in a new Kingdom: <a href="http://www.magicandsecrets.blogspot.com/">Forgotten Daydreams</a>. I'm hoping this will be more me and more lovely than this Kingdom, which I've grown quite disappointed in. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">I will not delete this old Kingdom, for it is a peekhole into my past self, but I may not frequent it as often. </span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'd love to see you all there; you are very special to me. </span></span><br /></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-9583230973689891532010-09-21T13:59:00.003-06:002010-09-21T14:36:22.796-06:00Pocket Watch<span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD_go7LC2hnXn4igLkiBn8UxSWYrJ3udfSn6nVpi1J_5m7F3znEqQeMmb5iEcPg4orrkNRoY-M-mFAiQBJz4JPgteLrfsr0IHvcdXWubY8AHHMQXdbf7xqKKNSK67vtMgc9WBlHHajVSI/s1600/a-matter-of-time-kathleen-patrick.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD_go7LC2hnXn4igLkiBn8UxSWYrJ3udfSn6nVpi1J_5m7F3znEqQeMmb5iEcPg4orrkNRoY-M-mFAiQBJz4JPgteLrfsr0IHvcdXWubY8AHHMQXdbf7xqKKNSK67vtMgc9WBlHHajVSI/s400/a-matter-of-time-kathleen-patrick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519459554361794562" border="0" /></a>The sand in the hourglass trickles away, sliding down... down... down... vanishing. Come back, I whisper. Come back.<br /><br />I've stolen the White Rabbit's Pocket Watch. It's ticking, ticking... each second fairy dust slips through my fingers. I hide it in a jar and lock it away, where the Ticking Crocodile won't find it.<br /><br />I still remember how to get to Neverland–– second star to the right. But some days I've forgotten how to fly. I cling to my happy thoughts, memories forever preserved as a constellation in the stars: searching for fairies at the bottom of the garden, gathering seashells scattered along the shore, lazy summer afternoons spent cloud watching and blowing dandelions. I'll never forget. I can't.<br /><br />I'm twenty years old today. Too old, way too old, but not old enough to stop believing.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Image: "A Matter of Time" By Kathleen Patrick </span><br /><br /></span></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-71356346809919381482010-09-09T21:09:00.001-06:002010-09-09T21:12:31.274-06:00Silence<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuenx2YQeVENrV1m2D-S10rn-xxr_CAXcuCRl-R2-KU7rIGbroP4Gcyuwam3_P75WAGw7VQeAlLGEUrBb-x42V2d2ZLuypSGlHMPXxlQQYgRdmjV-faKk1RLZi4OeHVtBUAYp7-jJt3Uw/s1600/silence.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuenx2YQeVENrV1m2D-S10rn-xxr_CAXcuCRl-R2-KU7rIGbroP4Gcyuwam3_P75WAGw7VQeAlLGEUrBb-x42V2d2ZLuypSGlHMPXxlQQYgRdmjV-faKk1RLZi4OeHVtBUAYp7-jJt3Uw/s400/silence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515117366548587698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I’ve lost my voice. It drifted away, tempted by the wind, into the vast and dark universe. I try to call for it, but out of my mouth falls only silence; sad, lonely silence. I can feel words inside me, trapped in shackles; they’re burning on my tongue, ready to burst from my lungs.</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />My Muse hasn’t paid me a visit for a very very long time.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:78%;" >Image found through Google Images. </span><br /></span></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-74308749499601763332010-08-26T07:59:00.003-06:002010-08-26T08:10:25.314-06:00Hearts<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQh_An1rItrFqOTYrjXlZq82OcS3NqJTDqOGHGKbYUIFVs5m54-cLcHJvks7G3WB-2aUr4gSUV-4tQBcmjuaBqhT_Xk2dJDMWH5-U53pS5l2D55gyX8mYSMJ7d4g2tIjpU8jSpK3P43sc/s1600/88a16d48b295ca8e8ff2503e2d5f56c1c8794895.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQh_An1rItrFqOTYrjXlZq82OcS3NqJTDqOGHGKbYUIFVs5m54-cLcHJvks7G3WB-2aUr4gSUV-4tQBcmjuaBqhT_Xk2dJDMWH5-U53pS5l2D55gyX8mYSMJ7d4g2tIjpU8jSpK3P43sc/s320/88a16d48b295ca8e8ff2503e2d5f56c1c8794895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509718182373454818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"If you're listening, if you're awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly. In fact, your heart is made to break; its purpose is to burst open again and again so that it can hold ever more wonders." </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quote found on Tumblr, Image found on Google. </span></span><br /></span></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-66745688449087095722010-08-21T11:01:00.002-06:002010-08-21T20:01:52.133-06:00Brew<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikGifdvRTHK6R4Ktn4xcMElSgLi0xKNTKpuY0BTsIGseGZPoNG0-Y7trEgHsZ12l7lSXLdSarj6NyFWav6haFzAvsTENqRa0dIxBq7YWgjyl2y_UZT24EyZWueqcG8E0lJMfqteEz13PM/s1600/witchs-brew_edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikGifdvRTHK6R4Ktn4xcMElSgLi0xKNTKpuY0BTsIGseGZPoNG0-Y7trEgHsZ12l7lSXLdSarj6NyFWav6haFzAvsTENqRa0dIxBq7YWgjyl2y_UZT24EyZWueqcG8E0lJMfqteEz13PM/s320/witchs-brew_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508047729506104818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">She had spent countless hours over her gurgling cauldron. Her eyebrows had long ago burned off, her hair was a tangle of sweaty locks and burns were shiny crimson splotches across her arms. She labored diligently long into every night, determined not to quit; she was so close to making her breakthrough discovery. Yet every night turned out the same: she’d fall asleep in the midst of cutting up dried roots or pig’s tongue, the cauldron’s bubbling a soothing lullaby. </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />But then one day…<br /><br />It was an accident, really. Who knew that a handful of peach rose petals, seven black swan feathers, a teaspoon of honey, a sprinkle of sugar, two fresh raspberries and a dash of cinnamon would be the secret to flying? (Provided, of course, that you stirred the mixture clockwise, counter clockwise, centre to the edge, then edge to the centre a total of 777 times while singing Amazing Grace.)<br /><br />She just <span style="font-style: italic;">had</span> to test her potion. Without a moment’s hesitation, she dashed to her ladder and climbed to the rooftop of her twenty story flat. She raised the goblet to her chapped lips and was instantly enveloped in the delightful, airy sweetness of her concoction as it danced down her throat.<br /><br />With a deep breath, she leapt from the building. The clouds were a heavenly swirl around her as the cool breeze carried her through the ocean blue sky. It had worked: she was flying! She was a genius! She was going to be so famous!<br /><br />Later, the Police Investigators submitted their report: suicide.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Image found through Google Images. </span><br /></span></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-89206799193274495452010-08-17T07:17:00.008-06:002010-08-17T07:56:12.858-06:00Sun and Rain<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3TOQLShmiBiH0J5ZzAMsYziddoAZpwrd8Z3Kl_635hKd8uR3uLLT4ESlT65A7gtFBFf1I1gIk69ck3tJfNqXsvAAP0eCaMoAaTvhyphenhyphenv4ejPKQc4YB4QDms42pFwre0dPbunOaJMBnAA28/s1600/photogrpah-a-rainbow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3TOQLShmiBiH0J5ZzAMsYziddoAZpwrd8Z3Kl_635hKd8uR3uLLT4ESlT65A7gtFBFf1I1gIk69ck3tJfNqXsvAAP0eCaMoAaTvhyphenhyphenv4ejPKQc4YB4QDms42pFwre0dPbunOaJMBnAA28/s320/photogrpah-a-rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506374667781231826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSlLNspZj2p-Qn5DlEZIeWm2Sotxg3gk2ITuDaXDz7r8pkFjuqNTS5UIqVC0w3FHv5CR7rFv1ZMGxpXFdiV54AkChUF4fMlrr-nV1p2yw8VsSFJKfeFeiFc1naqeV0lzXv8JRSUNdVOLY/s1600/rainbowddd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSlLNspZj2p-Qn5DlEZIeWm2Sotxg3gk2ITuDaXDz7r8pkFjuqNTS5UIqVC0w3FHv5CR7rFv1ZMGxpXFdiV54AkChUF4fMlrr-nV1p2yw8VsSFJKfeFeiFc1naqeV0lzXv8JRSUNdVOLY/s320/rainbowddd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506376019362307314" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzoM1h8kyG2UUl7m_8tCqcbTHfCY77vUgKU1q8ksno2K-wBWs_-zw-eDD3Lc7T1x0eXSk_Cnqx3xb-DDeZ8WzjV5enryGc8OLzo1QTGJDwob2SPRW4tGjOMaeb8KJ_BN8741vwdicEEyA/s1600/niagara_falls_rainbow_sc87.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzoM1h8kyG2UUl7m_8tCqcbTHfCY77vUgKU1q8ksno2K-wBWs_-zw-eDD3Lc7T1x0eXSk_Cnqx3xb-DDeZ8WzjV5enryGc8OLzo1QTGJDwob2SPRW4tGjOMaeb8KJ_BN8741vwdicEEyA/s320/niagara_falls_rainbow_sc87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506374606154619938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >"Life is like a rainbow: you need both the sun and the rain to make its colors appear. The only way to see a rainbow is to look through the rain."<br />~Unknown~<br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi743XxZ-9gQ2avpHRR5rSSE4qTrHKN5txliyWGR1VE5zVluQaRdrKKalFpwBpNEUeFNfRz6hyonKswksIDHkeb2Hr9GQARTOVOGTAmcayJOv7yxq9ui7toBq4sr4OlYoqulTb30Pt0i1I/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-08-17+at+07.41.19.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi743XxZ-9gQ2avpHRR5rSSE4qTrHKN5txliyWGR1VE5zVluQaRdrKKalFpwBpNEUeFNfRz6hyonKswksIDHkeb2Hr9GQARTOVOGTAmcayJOv7yxq9ui7toBq4sr4OlYoqulTb30Pt0i1I/s320/Screen+shot+2010-08-17+at+07.41.19.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506376255736469618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5LC5GsQNAqQSVCDoTJoBtXHNwdiXKXbprXjoMOo23WkaCK8VX5IcWvx32LUAUlKOPle8z9Vug78VylvWCkInNu_c-PoOfoZJDOy-DHyFZ0FMyjCCyRmoYN-jolRK1mj2bNdRSAvmk_yc/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5LC5GsQNAqQSVCDoTJoBtXHNwdiXKXbprXjoMOo23WkaCK8VX5IcWvx32LUAUlKOPle8z9Vug78VylvWCkInNu_c-PoOfoZJDOy-DHyFZ0FMyjCCyRmoYN-jolRK1mj2bNdRSAvmk_yc/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506374538107496386" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbWQXzDcxXkcwmWnnx1qCzaG0G6Ju1VBGdDs8vs2A7-BZ6DYbm-LazbYgVJ98jYtaALe6Dn5stE07axQCCbdbkmKMiwncV2QlWFnQc3YnerhpH8jHxN1Dmto4xXD_4zwhzB3y_vnZjGOw/s1600/rainbow_elam_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbWQXzDcxXkcwmWnnx1qCzaG0G6Ju1VBGdDs8vs2A7-BZ6DYbm-LazbYgVJ98jYtaALe6Dn5stE07axQCCbdbkmKMiwncV2QlWFnQc3YnerhpH8jHxN1Dmto4xXD_4zwhzB3y_vnZjGOw/s320/rainbow_elam_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506374740777125602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">All images found through Google Images. </span></span>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-58007082409044739542010-08-11T07:11:00.003-06:002010-08-11T07:11:00.477-06:00Wings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh22db-LejgDj7kLRNJe7bv-U7rVXbLzt35kkVgcg2eOXNHSgou88PsSCGjQq0rR8d3M3gfjYTihEMuLd673HNSE0WWaH06FPZQOi2aS-6cUNBPZlGB_aie17IdRNJnf_gNHKMvQrDchDc/s1600/Where+Will+You+Fly%3F.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 411px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh22db-LejgDj7kLRNJe7bv-U7rVXbLzt35kkVgcg2eOXNHSgou88PsSCGjQq0rR8d3M3gfjYTihEMuLd673HNSE0WWaH06FPZQOi2aS-6cUNBPZlGB_aie17IdRNJnf_gNHKMvQrDchDc/s320/Where+Will+You+Fly%3F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503617316723653890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Image Sent to Me by a Loved One </span><br /></span>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-19906468177778626752010-08-09T21:00:00.010-06:002010-08-17T11:37:46.309-06:00Vanish<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsj5mjToW0PHXMFO4n7tm1sFgVhBriczquwR5XZAvPmPfamYQFboKataj0uHNy4xYV0kF1LFKQxa9GdR7yegq7Y_VMm7n8hvO95TLhL3160vfMIynNgKvOrDzvz8U22NGxM69jfSHxb0/s1600/shadows3+by+saumya.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsj5mjToW0PHXMFO4n7tm1sFgVhBriczquwR5XZAvPmPfamYQFboKataj0uHNy4xYV0kF1LFKQxa9GdR7yegq7Y_VMm7n8hvO95TLhL3160vfMIynNgKvOrDzvz8U22NGxM69jfSHxb0/s320/shadows3+by+saumya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503614318016860914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >'What did he say?' </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br /> “Something about a diagnosis.”<br /> We focused on the Doctor leaning against the pasty white wall, light glowing ominously on his starched scrubs; he looked like an archangel perched over the Book of Life.<br /> ‘If he’s standing at the gleaming gate, I’m turning back.’<br /> I laughed at that; the Doctor gave me a <span style="font-style: italic;">look</span> before returning to his paperwork.<br /> ‘Don’t laugh; you look like you’re crazy.’<br /> Scratching scribbling filled the room.<br /> Mother rested an icy hand on my arm––– <span style="font-style: italic;">pat</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">pat</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">pat</span>. Translation: “It’ll be alright. Don’t worry.”<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Don’t worry</span>, her catch phrase.<br /> The Doctor began to rummage in a cabinet.<br /> “He’s getting the medicine, the one he promised would––”<br /> ‘No! He can’t do that.’<br /> ‘Do what?’<br /> ‘Make us disappear.’<br /> ‘Don’t be silly; we can’t just vanish.’<br /> The twisting of a faucet and water bouncing in a paper cup echoed through the room.<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Pat</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">pat</span>–– two taps. I glanced at mother, with her worried, sunken eyes. A plea to cooperate.<br /> The Doctor approached, three pills in his latex gloved hand. I wanted to protest, but at mother’s <span style="font-style: italic;">pat</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">pat</span>, I obediently opened my mouth. The pills slid down my throat.<br /> ‘Don’t worry, little pills can’t get rid of us.’<br /> ‘We’ll never.... leave.... don’t.... worry....’<br /> Silence.<br /> A spurt of panic rose in my chest. “Are you there?”<br /> ‘. . . .’<br /> “Answer me!”<br /> ‘. . . .’<br /> Tears poured down my cheeks. The silence was a deafening echo. “Gone. All gone. Gone...”<br /> Drained. Empty.<br /> One <span style="font-style: italic;">pat</span>, a brief touch on my shoulder–– “I’m sorry.”<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Written based on a challenge to create a story no more than 250 words long. </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Image by: Saumya</span></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-77774332315384559962010-08-03T22:43:00.006-06:002010-08-03T22:48:09.351-06:00Les Fleurs<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVLS_Ll3OvxHcRc_18zqCf-2e5l7nb7o9ci279eiKVDNHquvR0kF5vxYSx7kD7tbw057ZVRIOcsh94Q_IECQZ8uLGIpO-og8EFaprqZkxn2wVq0LTP-NoBPnBZI7s33mEKks-svczm_Og/s1600/mothers-day-flowers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVLS_Ll3OvxHcRc_18zqCf-2e5l7nb7o9ci279eiKVDNHquvR0kF5vxYSx7kD7tbw057ZVRIOcsh94Q_IECQZ8uLGIpO-og8EFaprqZkxn2wVq0LTP-NoBPnBZI7s33mEKks-svczm_Og/s320/mothers-day-flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501411168980870882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG3vnVFy83jp0FKPKzR-olk85JYjSAsde8LKrHnnE5R3_-V5A-_uDHcby49_fcKMmniLSvsaOAnHkOSyM60llwnaUMpt1oDFRAJZDHJE-MBS05FzmuHtHITz9A2WUbl_vk0nAJR1nw0_Y/s1600/300_0719-flowers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG3vnVFy83jp0FKPKzR-olk85JYjSAsde8LKrHnnE5R3_-V5A-_uDHcby49_fcKMmniLSvsaOAnHkOSyM60llwnaUMpt1oDFRAJZDHJE-MBS05FzmuHtHITz9A2WUbl_vk0nAJR1nw0_Y/s320/300_0719-flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501411279894064466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The flower offered of itself</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">and eloquently spoke</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">of Gods</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">in languages of rainbows,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">perfumes</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">and secret silence...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">*~Phillip Pulfrey~*</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvdfADWnynnU7UCTnaML8Ep2S0-MxCdj69omhdJZk301pdiRejIZLy_ENbVAJiq-7fa0c8Tm6ruSuiVKKVcWMV5csmROcX1_TbIb27CqpUgvv-ER7loiIwW8FOU_WgIAM5nxjCuxe3JVo/s1600/Flowers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvdfADWnynnU7UCTnaML8Ep2S0-MxCdj69omhdJZk301pdiRejIZLy_ENbVAJiq-7fa0c8Tm6ruSuiVKKVcWMV5csmROcX1_TbIb27CqpUgvv-ER7loiIwW8FOU_WgIAM5nxjCuxe3JVo/s320/Flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501411087023693874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Images found through Google Images</span><br /></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-84781983031247605992010-07-27T19:07:00.014-06:002010-07-28T01:01:34.414-06:00Ocean Dream<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbMRDH7ZVjzQsbtuEqhTA0Fb6XRT6mUZyKB4jZpOEgNA8UcOmKu4aHTRlF5f0kyMtzWWv_J1Gl1u1eyfgfNzD6q0J6BIzI6ZGnQGGiuEYhNH-XU4NkN4Ii0ERBtMqX36tWQdtRLjiL1IA/s1600/5159106_5daa7f3bdb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbMRDH7ZVjzQsbtuEqhTA0Fb6XRT6mUZyKB4jZpOEgNA8UcOmKu4aHTRlF5f0kyMtzWWv_J1Gl1u1eyfgfNzD6q0J6BIzI6ZGnQGGiuEYhNH-XU4NkN4Ii0ERBtMqX36tWQdtRLjiL1IA/s320/5159106_5daa7f3bdb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498846916322634466" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYMXBHhyphenhyphen6vFpGBGGTYXDZVxpwQ9K2NVYalnejrv4LC9hALQhvvOnF2Yem_orXI8QguK8KT7xzJSGnQGUSoix42KqNjMDd3B1LAWB4URFqwcn9V376N8tf8MhZWF0gZhaeyZXFtm5d0DkM/s1600/normal_%C2%A9Josephine_Wall_Cancer_%C2%A9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYMXBHhyphenhyphen6vFpGBGGTYXDZVxpwQ9K2NVYalnejrv4LC9hALQhvvOnF2Yem_orXI8QguK8KT7xzJSGnQGUSoix42KqNjMDd3B1LAWB4URFqwcn9V376N8tf8MhZWF0gZhaeyZXFtm5d0DkM/s320/normal_%C2%A9Josephine_Wall_Cancer_%C2%A9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498847368642319794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhamIBSi2L0aGmQBQ3TGgFDCAQjt2OpV11YLrURxjKf3tBi-yH6yLNO8oTZokcUOyAJ9FuMG9qitwyJoH201NN8XnbobBLE8h2zUHA9tcZshlCm-kFZtMg7QFHdzVHGaKN7dgjnE1hlKs/s1600/sleeping_mermaid.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhamIBSi2L0aGmQBQ3TGgFDCAQjt2OpV11YLrURxjKf3tBi-yH6yLNO8oTZokcUOyAJ9FuMG9qitwyJoH201NN8XnbobBLE8h2zUHA9tcZshlCm-kFZtMg7QFHdzVHGaKN7dgjnE1hlKs/s320/sleeping_mermaid.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498847207181668706" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I swim in an Underwater Realm amongst fish and coral reefs, my tail glistening in the ocean light. My fingers brush against the seaweed and seashells buried deep in the sand, stars of the sea. Pearls are laced in my hair, glitter dots my skin. Magic vibrates through the water in hues of green and blue.<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9kv6bcxPQGn1B6B5SplnpACpmBKaom47596ltVEx6I6fxRh-FyDcsYvWb0VhYgCFiaL7gA3Vl3qJnxCBCpWxOWnlSpeUNs3nb6RUOgGwNIPJ6mdaKUdLD0XkkOz6sa2uERY45FEvFDOc/s1600/jwall-saviouroftheseas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9kv6bcxPQGn1B6B5SplnpACpmBKaom47596ltVEx6I6fxRh-FyDcsYvWb0VhYgCFiaL7gA3Vl3qJnxCBCpWxOWnlSpeUNs3nb6RUOgGwNIPJ6mdaKUdLD0XkkOz6sa2uERY45FEvFDOc/s320/jwall-saviouroftheseas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498847071306134626" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXKDYAPiB5-H5mEYx5G2ZIC9v36fTbCs1GVyei8C8KhicftLaDKQnLZQHQD6fVMGGj2_J2OyeX2Ag-0e-PZ9e9vqRboP0xestHaxQT2QKtUZ6am0ZRSKbGsTKAvFg_34Yk7BJgpXKd9M/s1600/love_mermaid.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXKDYAPiB5-H5mEYx5G2ZIC9v36fTbCs1GVyei8C8KhicftLaDKQnLZQHQD6fVMGGj2_J2OyeX2Ag-0e-PZ9e9vqRboP0xestHaxQT2QKtUZ6am0ZRSKbGsTKAvFg_34Yk7BJgpXKd9M/s320/love_mermaid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498847294431385570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I was born to be a Mermaid.</span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2IxqZCO9gGx-2Rfo7Bk1DgnZDsKk2o6-Bn4DF-UIq40k9lg4p3CkNCiMFAUUsxKmBfm4lKu6_bRtWwgU_UUULtXuQKZ-F4t6wii-LBMmEbIypmCdJgP885zpJg5TN1Y5B_nWmBQ7OMkc/s1600/Josephine+Wall.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2IxqZCO9gGx-2Rfo7Bk1DgnZDsKk2o6-Bn4DF-UIq40k9lg4p3CkNCiMFAUUsxKmBfm4lKu6_bRtWwgU_UUULtXuQKZ-F4t6wii-LBMmEbIypmCdJgP885zpJg5TN1Y5B_nWmBQ7OMkc/s320/Josephine+Wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498846997078014450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">All of these lovely paintings are by Josephine Wall.</span></span><br /></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-74567701076115384392010-07-23T17:00:00.004-06:002010-07-23T17:35:16.661-06:00Invitation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq7pWQuX61wpv6uF6E7GKhQzgC4G7-lCniyQPT8v0OX5_B7ucKNt_VNvAojY0MsG_0NmaR28LCSZhT8pOvAWHpP1S5COc1wRQJUDL4rc7inxRDYkTYI6-OAi5mXlhr6k3uEiY2Oy_SnQg/s1600/let's+play+pretend.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 349px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq7pWQuX61wpv6uF6E7GKhQzgC4G7-lCniyQPT8v0OX5_B7ucKNt_VNvAojY0MsG_0NmaR28LCSZhT8pOvAWHpP1S5COc1wRQJUDL4rc7inxRDYkTYI6-OAi5mXlhr6k3uEiY2Oy_SnQg/s320/let's+play+pretend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497248551726701634" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Photo by Lissy Elle on Flickr<br /></span></span>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-29536561578004814682010-07-19T19:04:00.005-06:002010-07-19T19:36:41.312-06:00Labyrinth<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTMZuZcCrxdKWqg4YzTAI5raTpIJjdNID7jE53cd-TBgkTrvkaWJpmlizOoPM7X2H94JCz80yXfYj9NNYfxT5ewh7yym_E_O-GvT5dRZtmetkamcUVDgWEqPRQBdRuD2tIGRAQYMQtQNM/s1600/labyrinth.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTMZuZcCrxdKWqg4YzTAI5raTpIJjdNID7jE53cd-TBgkTrvkaWJpmlizOoPM7X2H94JCz80yXfYj9NNYfxT5ewh7yym_E_O-GvT5dRZtmetkamcUVDgWEqPRQBdRuD2tIGRAQYMQtQNM/s320/labyrinth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495789010959183714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Walls of bush and ivy tower over me, trapping me within. I wander around and around, taking first one path, then another. Twisting, turning, weaving; dead end after dead end. Searching, expecting it to be just around the next corner. But it's always the wrong way.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm lost; my compass has stopped working.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Image found from Google Images</span><br /></span></span></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-40024198258203058692010-07-17T23:45:00.002-06:002010-07-17T23:59:33.541-06:00Witness<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi539gid-QAfypWLVc_Nv6mFIfu3M2KagKYfIm0wH4kMsPSXqhmwK46h-15Pek2uZjlqxsyaxlAo4-Gp9IG9kNUlV9iDI6HVVAWmBaSV-5GxQXgKL6xIcvupULBwQyW65cPGD_Onle1H64/s1600/Picture+in+the+Clouds.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi539gid-QAfypWLVc_Nv6mFIfu3M2KagKYfIm0wH4kMsPSXqhmwK46h-15Pek2uZjlqxsyaxlAo4-Gp9IG9kNUlV9iDI6HVVAWmBaSV-5GxQXgKL6xIcvupULBwQyW65cPGD_Onle1H64/s320/Picture+in+the+Clouds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495119884812643906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">I gaze up in the clouds and witness magic working, creating wonder for those who wish to truly see.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Image Source: I wish I knew... I found it somewhere online. But it's marvelous! </span><br /></span></span></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-5846231355057574342010-07-11T22:45:00.005-06:002010-07-12T00:36:28.519-06:00Playtime<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ9EkuUC8b743U0gEicpf6LuL3hQmZxNRQbJhFw8rb4rMNN20TcJPpTWQOFGCcIjz5W-FGd86oX4HBnN1bF_3RuaoGry-2N81F9dVd14E8RjcLELWj_KG4NsQZjQtUwMYguA_RwUsT6OU/s1600/dollhouse2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ9EkuUC8b743U0gEicpf6LuL3hQmZxNRQbJhFw8rb4rMNN20TcJPpTWQOFGCcIjz5W-FGd86oX4HBnN1bF_3RuaoGry-2N81F9dVd14E8RjcLELWj_KG4NsQZjQtUwMYguA_RwUsT6OU/s320/dollhouse2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492904279685189026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Laying on my stomach in front of the Victorian dollhouse, arranging furniture and whispering stories. The dolls move from room to room, oblivious of my choking fingers around their fragile frames.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVBdjF64HR3dwHDKHfze8TMlebXNI9FX6O7jYBtleajKvFXGgr-voFGK6ghyphenhyphenQIPDmqnLnI751q96jur2uFDCetIJ1HeCKToRbhsFuTWflG341Tnq5MgRZsd8MGRawi2gg7k8HXlBukBHQ/s1600/dollhouse1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVBdjF64HR3dwHDKHfze8TMlebXNI9FX6O7jYBtleajKvFXGgr-voFGK6ghyphenhyphenQIPDmqnLnI751q96jur2uFDCetIJ1HeCKToRbhsFuTWflG341Tnq5MgRZsd8MGRawi2gg7k8HXlBukBHQ/s320/dollhouse1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492904040765650018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mother bakes, Father reads, the children play, baby sleeps. My narration is weaving, my mind creating; imagining. For this precious moment, I'm a little girl again.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Images found on Google Images. </span></span><br /><br /></span></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-31944742177084107482010-07-07T22:39:00.002-06:002010-07-09T08:28:19.255-06:00Satin and Lace<span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhinkz6M10wVmyHa03_TfpS30VIxDmy0ZjxdFgYV1NTyNmJLVpvuz_0rOI-LL6LX9etQNgDeMtm6K9YjBWd_viFDxuh_cdrzb5QfcZX7mjBsXLaTWcyCli0tEkESHFa4GWMuki4UgHVk/s1600/16591l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhinkz6M10wVmyHa03_TfpS30VIxDmy0ZjxdFgYV1NTyNmJLVpvuz_0rOI-LL6LX9etQNgDeMtm6K9YjBWd_viFDxuh_cdrzb5QfcZX7mjBsXLaTWcyCli0tEkESHFa4GWMuki4UgHVk/s320/16591l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491397424962035810" border="0" /></a></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Satin and ribbon, tutus and lace.</span><br /><br /></span><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRncJQ_2hU9PrSIopdiNVW3cfoWMY5FlJOynwM3l9ZEs3WcqSNyBalCBPgbN2skGQ0Bof1mCXuQtsiDDmEPWNFAqzJvji37Hc3QHx1vZ95AsIIQTbC9T6jAYVxbnCW7JziSD9gWDzv0Tc/s1600/pointe_shoes2.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp8XGdoLaRnqu9GHdFGlYobkTkvXY05menH19r5L_oqpmy6qDSvxrsZ3sloPvqbeMRnr7aniE0XMEdYQfyAo6AA0MMWZTbZxIKR1RBr2vnyLgSjrmKOql00TyiKzS2ced_l5ZEkcCnh-U/s1600/blog25.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp8XGdoLaRnqu9GHdFGlYobkTkvXY05menH19r5L_oqpmy6qDSvxrsZ3sloPvqbeMRnr7aniE0XMEdYQfyAo6AA0MMWZTbZxIKR1RBr2vnyLgSjrmKOql00TyiKzS2ced_l5ZEkcCnh-U/s320/blog25.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491397826579694290" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The stage lights glisten, the music caresses. Bodies move in fluid movement, flowing with Odette's grace and the Sugarplum Fairy's magic.</span><br /><br /></span><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp8XGdoLaRnqu9GHdFGlYobkTkvXY05menH19r5L_oqpmy6qDSvxrsZ3sloPvqbeMRnr7aniE0XMEdYQfyAo6AA0MMWZTbZxIKR1RBr2vnyLgSjrmKOql00TyiKzS2ced_l5ZEkcCnh-U/s1600/blog25.png"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRncJQ_2hU9PrSIopdiNVW3cfoWMY5FlJOynwM3l9ZEs3WcqSNyBalCBPgbN2skGQ0Bof1mCXuQtsiDDmEPWNFAqzJvji37Hc3QHx1vZ95AsIIQTbC9T6jAYVxbnCW7JziSD9gWDzv0Tc/s1600/pointe_shoes2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRncJQ_2hU9PrSIopdiNVW3cfoWMY5FlJOynwM3l9ZEs3WcqSNyBalCBPgbN2skGQ0Bof1mCXuQtsiDDmEPWNFAqzJvji37Hc3QHx1vZ95AsIIQTbC9T6jAYVxbnCW7JziSD9gWDzv0Tc/s320/pointe_shoes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491397245129511586" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">All of these lovely Images were found through Google Images.</span></span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-31561213945258990852010-07-05T23:23:00.003-06:002010-07-08T09:18:15.049-06:00Sparkle<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCEkfXM6lwHZlIt8O7i_S5f4EbCQv4iyGQuP87BC4KfX-Tbo9PqKnf6ty-dFcUr2zZEHU9Hw21WAtT5QeeomhXLLLwj7hePhkTVgh4e6f61UBFya0UkiT2s68xLvRH2RWd7IfdGdj9HQ/s1600/HoldingSparkler.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCEkfXM6lwHZlIt8O7i_S5f4EbCQv4iyGQuP87BC4KfX-Tbo9PqKnf6ty-dFcUr2zZEHU9Hw21WAtT5QeeomhXLLLwj7hePhkTVgh4e6f61UBFya0UkiT2s68xLvRH2RWd7IfdGdj9HQ/s320/HoldingSparkler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490657492925260930" border="0" /></a>Holding a glittering flame in your hand...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI5pQo_NGRC3vRvnZ-7Ohp_IKfpKuluTzgcTCtAonarC82IMWd4AVNTGjpAjtlXsxuuLsTF8nTUjLhe3A7qXLrLRqpQoZ4OoAOtdLQkgBvgVUd-2Pkc1CQalvbJxHFk_6YdSytS48L37E/s1600/sparkler.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI5pQo_NGRC3vRvnZ-7Ohp_IKfpKuluTzgcTCtAonarC82IMWd4AVNTGjpAjtlXsxuuLsTF8nTUjLhe3A7qXLrLRqpQoZ4OoAOtdLQkgBvgVUd-2Pkc1CQalvbJxHFk_6YdSytS48L37E/s320/sparkler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490657299349661122" border="0" /></a>A dazzle in the night sky...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47Ii5arh4hoSZlnbDqebjgXp3VTifpc7oL_tTBSJVPKHXy2-v1qUireecfADltirYSDzLyYC_U3p48EIf3EHmITbwwPzjdAOTqmd928D-iQnwrNwC-c5g8wxerH9DfrzkZ_64pTJJNMI/s1600/sparkler-heart.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47Ii5arh4hoSZlnbDqebjgXp3VTifpc7oL_tTBSJVPKHXy2-v1qUireecfADltirYSDzLyYC_U3p48EIf3EHmITbwwPzjdAOTqmd928D-iQnwrNwC-c5g8wxerH9DfrzkZ_64pTJJNMI/s320/sparkler-heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490657205138539378" border="0" /></a>Painting glowing pictures against an inky canvas...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3GVmJGuOw-cpR52GLvJocXCVHPVuhyphenhyphenNWTI3g72kCQKOeW3gUU-s4pbeaDxuHt6j52oDs8itaJ17q3qwWL6Os2fwhvoNEds4qa8ZwXKu_3Ttxt78WjZfSDfDuRtR7v6xJJZv7KVdcQfcw/s1600/sparkler1246771755.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3GVmJGuOw-cpR52GLvJocXCVHPVuhyphenhyphenNWTI3g72kCQKOeW3gUU-s4pbeaDxuHt6j52oDs8itaJ17q3qwWL6Os2fwhvoNEds4qa8ZwXKu_3Ttxt78WjZfSDfDuRtR7v6xJJZv7KVdcQfcw/s320/sparkler1246771755.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490658649893036242" border="0" /></a>One's own Sparkle of Happiness.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYaQ1lFZTPvwieF4W_oVSf-Kqm5kH9rtKYz0xrnSTUBnTUTZz__eKHJug7yrjfp7hzJaslwNXcAbtcuIHRD7phT9pBEkJQeBtvLepcEFUzU2Sn7-x5BvbsT4siYo5R3hkYVLLgo2dk0Qo/s1600/Bright+Sparkle.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYaQ1lFZTPvwieF4W_oVSf-Kqm5kH9rtKYz0xrnSTUBnTUTZz__eKHJug7yrjfp7hzJaslwNXcAbtcuIHRD7phT9pBEkJQeBtvLepcEFUzU2Sn7-x5BvbsT4siYo5R3hkYVLLgo2dk0Qo/s320/Bright+Sparkle.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490658970833742402" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Images found through Google Images</span><br /><br /></span></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-11999247988837699872010-07-01T12:00:00.005-06:002010-07-14T17:58:31.545-06:00Fantasy Tea<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicurQ3khL4LJXqtG4Pm6E6-dTxqYSznBn12s7EGEr-l4RKKzMUd77yPOXJpicpkc12O7VQWgkKF56V-TKZJajgGJLmMF1lyuYkQlLtJU6UCaOjdew8UCjhBordC6dgde81ukBgaKiSSD8/s1600/Little+Girls%27+Tea+Party.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicurQ3khL4LJXqtG4Pm6E6-dTxqYSznBn12s7EGEr-l4RKKzMUd77yPOXJpicpkc12O7VQWgkKF56V-TKZJajgGJLmMF1lyuYkQlLtJU6UCaOjdew8UCjhBordC6dgde81ukBgaKiSSD8/s320/Little+Girls%27+Tea+Party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489108616580999682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gowns of lace and silk, flowers weaved into auburn locks. Fine china and ribbons; little ladies playing dress up. A little cream, two scoops of sugar. Warm porcelain between your fingers, steam tickling your nose as it twirls in the air with soft, bubbly laughter. Gooey biscuits and strawberry tarts staining white pressed gloves, sugar sprinkled on dimpled rosy cheeks. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Image found on the blog of "The Teastained Page."</span></span></span><br /></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-23973609850691731592010-06-17T16:45:00.002-06:002010-06-18T00:55:04.100-06:00Direction<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHYKTcVZ2glFoiXas2TXPU6TZ13QXH8WxTIeZ3yl36GbdRaOobN6ee3ZXZIGcOBDVwIjXtyr_WbwxsGg5Dm4jMVnBaxR_6tRKBml5VKh77VU7SzubZEMyRv4h7gdRIuYW7dOFKA1j6RkM/s1600/Girl+Angel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHYKTcVZ2glFoiXas2TXPU6TZ13QXH8WxTIeZ3yl36GbdRaOobN6ee3ZXZIGcOBDVwIjXtyr_WbwxsGg5Dm4jMVnBaxR_6tRKBml5VKh77VU7SzubZEMyRv4h7gdRIuYW7dOFKA1j6RkM/s320/Girl+Angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484001351542349346" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you've imagined." </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >~Henry David Thoreau~</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Painting Artist: Unsure... Couldn't Find </span><br /></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-30015956592548572422010-06-11T16:17:00.001-06:002010-07-14T21:35:35.563-06:00Anchored<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE_-DtkbzQwsTz1F8q6eFbacm0Dhzfc2MQp2VdkVhlmI9rLEStuogPKYy_9Du3_0hsikI54dfTpncmJu8DbdIKpEszZYKp5MBVmflphTAyadzJK4JE6Scd-u7pkLMSgFSwHoXRsQhx0lI/s1600/Ship+at+Sea,+Sunset.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE_-DtkbzQwsTz1F8q6eFbacm0Dhzfc2MQp2VdkVhlmI9rLEStuogPKYy_9Du3_0hsikI54dfTpncmJu8DbdIKpEszZYKp5MBVmflphTAyadzJK4JE6Scd-u7pkLMSgFSwHoXRsQhx0lI/s320/Ship+at+Sea,+Sunset.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481753990196357874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >The ship has been docked at harbor for far too long, anchored still. It gazes longingly into a cloud filled horizon and a foamy sea–– swabs of dandelion puffs; hues of ocean green and seaweed blue. It bobs in rhythm with the waves, patient for the wind to fill its sails once more.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" > Lands are waiting to be discovered, journeys yearning to be taken.<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Painting <span style="font-style: italic;">Ship at Sea, Sunset</span> by Edward Moran</span><br /><br /></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-11032562783650697812010-06-03T16:17:00.000-06:002010-06-03T23:29:02.192-06:00Hidden<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixd3SPYygr9sGiZEUT8XRNqE1W2_PLJU9LiN7mkxVgluSzQnLLuRUfoZ1x-HEdHTSkpZ5gQclTDy1OPC8dxXiiHSaprzrHo4iqdQhOl0Sy-2-oFHvBrI3p9NcQXz-rLHNZEt_igtjoSC0/s1600/girl+blowing+dandelion.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixd3SPYygr9sGiZEUT8XRNqE1W2_PLJU9LiN7mkxVgluSzQnLLuRUfoZ1x-HEdHTSkpZ5gQclTDy1OPC8dxXiiHSaprzrHo4iqdQhOl0Sy-2-oFHvBrI3p9NcQXz-rLHNZEt_igtjoSC0/s320/girl+blowing+dandelion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478785882077101618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >There's a secret hiding somewhere, a buried whisper, that'll show me where the magic is.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Image: From "A Hint of Chic Boutique"</span><br /><br /></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-54522206441068496792010-05-27T16:37:00.000-06:002010-05-27T23:37:23.055-06:00Hope<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicvfT1N5MwkwqVigrguDymY2C5xjgFGemysa4wnYOJMr6Fl3fn83mSMz1uIxWNt8IGAt6xGTXC1p8ej_NT4EsQvfMds0ffNfOVgEFygSV0HebAUAXeFN3_pC59eS8KuvnS-JKImqOxepQ/s1600/906e7ffb129d620d4e52dc9704b866ce.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicvfT1N5MwkwqVigrguDymY2C5xjgFGemysa4wnYOJMr6Fl3fn83mSMz1uIxWNt8IGAt6xGTXC1p8ej_NT4EsQvfMds0ffNfOVgEFygSV0HebAUAXeFN3_pC59eS8KuvnS-JKImqOxepQ/s320/906e7ffb129d620d4e52dc9704b866ce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476190476679872482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"It is never too late to be what you might have been."</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">~ George Eliot</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Painting by: Claudia Porstmann</span></span></span><br /><br /></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-41370090406771825542010-05-17T04:37:00.002-06:002010-05-18T01:00:02.177-06:00Reflection<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4uPtYwaMNL2qGUm1vz8PuHbmWhlDeC0rXavPO_NW00SFfyvFy_PKdA7qInptL0BDLGpqr-KlvdkOrWjAdkjusSPgPKLMZVcpJu4rjJW8eh2NsxGx2a9tJb7yNBhpf12b2mpTMIfU0ak/s1600/Looking_in_Mirror_by_VLBjuliemir.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4uPtYwaMNL2qGUm1vz8PuHbmWhlDeC0rXavPO_NW00SFfyvFy_PKdA7qInptL0BDLGpqr-KlvdkOrWjAdkjusSPgPKLMZVcpJu4rjJW8eh2NsxGx2a9tJb7yNBhpf12b2mpTMIfU0ak/s320/Looking_in_Mirror_by_VLBjuliemir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472495700010536514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Faded looking glass, distorting the image staring back at me. Lies are all you whisper, reflecting nothing more than a stranger, hiding beauty from my seeking eyes.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />But now I know your secret: true beauty resides not in my reflection, but within my heart.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">"Child Looking in a Mirror" by Elizabeth Louise Vigée le Brun</span><br /></span></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-51005716979760054082010-05-01T16:11:00.002-06:002010-07-23T17:41:32.947-06:00Dream Catcher<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRbsjG2g_bZkwue8ajtuKIjzZPQi2q7afRPXNwDP0CQYJIONdAaesW7YPShhGUrWrnhJwWI3jrelZyQfSjHPjE1uaODJwJjgGRVDj1aCFHMASZOoG4Ge0PBkAMDz5XB2OdOEZDiA-ecHA/s1600/lucid_dream_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRbsjG2g_bZkwue8ajtuKIjzZPQi2q7afRPXNwDP0CQYJIONdAaesW7YPShhGUrWrnhJwWI3jrelZyQfSjHPjE1uaODJwJjgGRVDj1aCFHMASZOoG4Ge0PBkAMDz5XB2OdOEZDiA-ecHA/s320/lucid_dream_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466577572516146050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wisps of glitter, golden sunbeams, vibrant rainbows; dreams fill the air, the scent of Spring blossoms. Chase them through the corridors of your imagination, waltz with them as you sleep. Capture them and store them in the bright chambers of your heart.</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigROBe5ib0FIa5YqGyxWbjS-geuo8c6QSfqChyo76q0A8z9PBTqH3uNOlIguHJrT0dePtE8aMPT48bt4j_XPLDJ5AyzqrwyPXEe8cieRij6lKu7lzfxz8EccP_DMIAl2mB69NR-cdcxJc/s1600/lucidipedia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigROBe5ib0FIa5YqGyxWbjS-geuo8c6QSfqChyo76q0A8z9PBTqH3uNOlIguHJrT0dePtE8aMPT48bt4j_XPLDJ5AyzqrwyPXEe8cieRij6lKu7lzfxz8EccP_DMIAl2mB69NR-cdcxJc/s320/lucidipedia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466573938888834578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dreams are strange things: they'll slip through your fingers like foggy sand if unlived. Don't let them escape.</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiktPuDK5JLORPGhBC9VDQvO0ks4digdh6TprbPT4PMrMEOK8OTA0iGf2pBLlP7z2ymD0WtJkhbzPUttaX-wbnXPwpU4tWpsY6YIF7tuk_eek0y6QXFGq4HBH4Kw4KnI2jJTMQQQ1EcntM/s1600/stairway_dreams.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiktPuDK5JLORPGhBC9VDQvO0ks4digdh6TprbPT4PMrMEOK8OTA0iGf2pBLlP7z2ymD0WtJkhbzPUttaX-wbnXPwpU4tWpsY6YIF7tuk_eek0y6QXFGq4HBH4Kw4KnI2jJTMQQQ1EcntM/s320/stairway_dreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466574012248435778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">~ Eleanor Roosevelt</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> ~</span></span><br /></div></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Picture Credits:<br />* "Psyches Dream" by Josephine Wall<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">* "Ocean Dreams" by Jim Warren</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">* "Stairway of Dreams" by Josephine Wall<br /><br /></span></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-36076068721073276882010-04-19T16:28:00.013-06:002010-05-05T11:18:43.637-06:00Blossom Secret<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfA_Ptrd2n5ve-V1A8JyyrSE4zgVe-Y1wXtfi7fGcaNNSC3fdOZirAT-mkXZxol5oWPijyKgnjiBb3Hfmgy25dWrNI9OvrisGDk71_wQ_0WFeJ-IX_efhuDZS6meUy9AK7Cs743KwztpU/s1600/Cherry+Blossoms*.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfA_Ptrd2n5ve-V1A8JyyrSE4zgVe-Y1wXtfi7fGcaNNSC3fdOZirAT-mkXZxol5oWPijyKgnjiBb3Hfmgy25dWrNI9OvrisGDk71_wQ_0WFeJ-IX_efhuDZS6meUy9AK7Cs743KwztpU/s320/Cherry+Blossoms*.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461980142492373282" border="0" /></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfA_Ptrd2n5ve-V1A8JyyrSE4zgVe-Y1wXtfi7fGcaNNSC3fdOZirAT-mkXZxol5oWPijyKgnjiBb3Hfmgy25dWrNI9OvrisGDk71_wQ_0WFeJ-IX_efhuDZS6meUy9AK7Cs743KwztpU/s1600/Cherry+Blossoms*.png"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ></span></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgglAU_QVrvRWnkjhmUf11hswZb-iAO4swEhNeGcTrElZBqp9CKDmcuxLKZsDi83ST9xqoevgTC8TmIEDlspDz29Z8prHGviYIsD7Y_wzP0DQd-CaVr4xbGb656zJhVsW7myJY93loSY0g/s1600/Cherry+Blossom+Close+up.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgglAU_QVrvRWnkjhmUf11hswZb-iAO4swEhNeGcTrElZBqp9CKDmcuxLKZsDi83ST9xqoevgTC8TmIEDlspDz29Z8prHGviYIsD7Y_wzP0DQd-CaVr4xbGb656zJhVsW7myJY93loSY0g/s320/Cherry+Blossom+Close+up.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461980006997686050" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3WQsu9srnl6pfY-xBnFMgOeEgy4Q4x2ycWXptiSzhS_z20cUYYoC9GX_fGCSNdbzu0Of1KtzwkIQpp9pw_86hDTpr0b9VMFoZIhOQd4U7pu2srDLqdHIjEm8TuZpN0QfXK2-34jB5Efs/s1600/Cherry+Blossoms.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3WQsu9srnl6pfY-xBnFMgOeEgy4Q4x2ycWXptiSzhS_z20cUYYoC9GX_fGCSNdbzu0Of1KtzwkIQpp9pw_86hDTpr0b9VMFoZIhOQd4U7pu2srDLqdHIjEm8TuZpN0QfXK2-34jB5Efs/s320/Cherry+Blossoms.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461980083255742930" border="0" /></a>Flowers love to share secrets, whisper magical things into a willing listener's ear.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEwbSSvw3lNO8XdrA23tvqfdhtSnS7wdFqx8o4e18if0Py8SLJjLUa9yvuFdOjcYT9A33I9SYkJcHV04YuCpVfoSOPfB_q-7qxF6XCkx00gp8T4NlgIxfyArIL3SH7YXIvQQ-TDS6IAUA/s1600/Ladybug+in+Grass.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEwbSSvw3lNO8XdrA23tvqfdhtSnS7wdFqx8o4e18if0Py8SLJjLUa9yvuFdOjcYT9A33I9SYkJcHV04YuCpVfoSOPfB_q-7qxF6XCkx00gp8T4NlgIxfyArIL3SH7YXIvQQ-TDS6IAUA/s320/Ladybug+in+Grass.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461980243750015186" border="0" /></a>The blossoms said a ladybug was nearby, wanting to play.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4ldQ5VNknOxK98qk5AMiT83rX0uBfAtwLRuWQmwmYuHFPx5iSXjhJCdHIUZpXxj0haxtneXQ8UQQjfFXKyiSw-cOO_2qxXvKcdDWye_RPt1SpKHYS7AZOwCQ-hcWZ_MA0wx3O9Z6iqk/s1600/Playing+With+Ladybug*.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4ldQ5VNknOxK98qk5AMiT83rX0uBfAtwLRuWQmwmYuHFPx5iSXjhJCdHIUZpXxj0haxtneXQ8UQQjfFXKyiSw-cOO_2qxXvKcdDWye_RPt1SpKHYS7AZOwCQ-hcWZ_MA0wx3O9Z6iqk/s320/Playing+With+Ladybug*.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461980382354384866" border="0" /></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4ldQ5VNknOxK98qk5AMiT83rX0uBfAtwLRuWQmwmYuHFPx5iSXjhJCdHIUZpXxj0haxtneXQ8UQQjfFXKyiSw-cOO_2qxXvKcdDWye_RPt1SpKHYS7AZOwCQ-hcWZ_MA0wx3O9Z6iqk/s1600/Playing+With+Ladybug*.png"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ></span></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeDmSJYINJ9XN8iwtCQ8seqkqBP_HKaTdSKZc8S62m_ouF7r1FQD7h29Sh2WIouM4Djt8xQ3gSdXIA7H7kPEHCzKd7Bf9aaqhLehrKzwshF_bbtmAltP5Yc6JYlpDBmE77SQJ7kF6aj6A/s1600/Playing+With+Ladybug+on+Finger.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeDmSJYINJ9XN8iwtCQ8seqkqBP_HKaTdSKZc8S62m_ouF7r1FQD7h29Sh2WIouM4Djt8xQ3gSdXIA7H7kPEHCzKd7Bf9aaqhLehrKzwshF_bbtmAltP5Yc6JYlpDBmE77SQJ7kF6aj6A/s320/Playing+With+Ladybug+on+Finger.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461980890106937650" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5nE1Lwxj8IMl4UNMVFvKHAZM2X2ufdWLBtE3A82AbBdh8bUxvr1lbx2AitPTxzPwYUKUi3MtV5aON_0il77OPfXQE1G_-HExw35uB8QVsBy93XfnVgAXcpieryvMltFpGIms67o1-xBg/s1600/Playing+With+Ladybug.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5nE1Lwxj8IMl4UNMVFvKHAZM2X2ufdWLBtE3A82AbBdh8bUxvr1lbx2AitPTxzPwYUKUi3MtV5aON_0il77OPfXQE1G_-HExw35uB8QVsBy93XfnVgAXcpieryvMltFpGIms67o1-xBg/s320/Playing+With+Ladybug.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461980320346701506" border="0" /></a>I always listen to the flowers; they're my friends.</span><br /><br /></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451744603778989327.post-90500543989791986902010-04-15T15:35:00.012-06:002010-04-15T16:06:30.098-06:00Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixf_7jQscd4S2JICdaQclh1eho6C25CNYBUNLbUGFHoBtLZyeQEhbq3pmyi49Fj_12FtlW6Y45-fRvsMs0D5PG8AMgXAHI9mZyQA8WCfOEod_zHJIqSbpoBEbZNHGZllqGHKo9Q2rphyphenhyphenQ/s1600/Mr.+Magorium%27s+Wonder+Emporium.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixf_7jQscd4S2JICdaQclh1eho6C25CNYBUNLbUGFHoBtLZyeQEhbq3pmyi49Fj_12FtlW6Y45-fRvsMs0D5PG8AMgXAHI9mZyQA8WCfOEod_zHJIqSbpoBEbZNHGZllqGHKo9Q2rphyphenhyphenQ/s320/Mr.+Magorium%27s+Wonder+Emporium.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460485923014907330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Go on an enchanting journey about a magical toy store run by the 243 year old Mr. Magorium, who is full of optimism and believes in truly living; as a result, he enjoys everyday to its fullest.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0Mv3woYYkG-qOWE0iCzBqVig2UKcnMvzpSPxh8pWb5mxf3WkXyxqg1jD9Es276Af8v7zKUzQeJSrAB-xRK51qEKSJbZZH3EsOJCWWn7u-KDQ8bBxL5WIC-KrM76wLVD9wlkmlmMS-Io/s1600/Mr.+Magorium+and+Mahoney.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0Mv3woYYkG-qOWE0iCzBqVig2UKcnMvzpSPxh8pWb5mxf3WkXyxqg1jD9Es276Af8v7zKUzQeJSrAB-xRK51qEKSJbZZH3EsOJCWWn7u-KDQ8bBxL5WIC-KrM76wLVD9wlkmlmMS-Io/s320/Mr.+Magorium+and+Mahoney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460485739031627922" border="0" /></a><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie9ja0QQcsnTPsfXxL6GN_nBX50VGPmKmA5HOkih6-jCqgtH2h0iEQB-INQS5I1WpktSvqFPCb4Hb7Cv45JE8eZEPtys6AaSjC1OTT_GBofxfqdGV1bm-62YmkqNUVRC6FxbQXz4wfibA/s1600/Magical+Toystore.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie9ja0QQcsnTPsfXxL6GN_nBX50VGPmKmA5HOkih6-jCqgtH2h0iEQB-INQS5I1WpktSvqFPCb4Hb7Cv45JE8eZEPtys6AaSjC1OTT_GBofxfqdGV1bm-62YmkqNUVRC6FxbQXz4wfibA/s320/Magical+Toystore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460485361454558562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">This movie is perhaps one of my most favorites. It's full of wonder and magic, promoting the messages we need to see magic everywhere, exercise our imaginations and embrace our inner child. Anything is possible. </span><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhllJzeXJhOblYs9qdmtnmFPZku-hM1gMTaEufm_YYXNBSqVtbYcnFCvYU6pS-cm7Ys4OIA97HpOB23oC7alBNEU6irilGN-1LMgVcN3a8qr5KMciJ68Zaufiqg8V9Qp9RpNa-zA78aGU4/s1600/The+Mutant+and+Eric+Pretending.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhllJzeXJhOblYs9qdmtnmFPZku-hM1gMTaEufm_YYXNBSqVtbYcnFCvYU6pS-cm7Ys4OIA97HpOB23oC7alBNEU6irilGN-1LMgVcN3a8qr5KMciJ68Zaufiqg8V9Qp9RpNa-zA78aGU4/s320/The+Mutant+and+Eric+Pretending.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460485800587458850" border="0" /></a><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzV-jafUoBQXNm1O5Pq2Ejap4lcBhbTjWA6YNhsk8UdLTHKAYs1CfEFBU3PQAQW6PQ9ntH3bAqDBqgtkME8TTgxoReBO2RmloX50jOG-dWMjo-htEDlvSI5YiIviFI0Og-lEMlgqVQTcs/s1600/The+Mutant+and+Toys.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzV-jafUoBQXNm1O5Pq2Ejap4lcBhbTjWA6YNhsk8UdLTHKAYs1CfEFBU3PQAQW6PQ9ntH3bAqDBqgtkME8TTgxoReBO2RmloX50jOG-dWMjo-htEDlvSI5YiIviFI0Og-lEMlgqVQTcs/s320/The+Mutant+and+Toys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460485869566759362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Believe in yourself and your dreams, find your "sparkle," and you'll create an amazing story just waiting to be read.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiaoGTGSsTkt-90Wh5DMR6QHC-zMpJ0G7ac5vMtlXv8qlXut-5VEtKD69a-IPIYG36TmZy2hwpotLCjkRjCEU8R4G0pmrWqNThhugGjYJ963nT-P3x0fa9MA_WazeWxRdNB_b-h9i_og0/s1600/Mahoney.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiaoGTGSsTkt-90Wh5DMR6QHC-zMpJ0G7ac5vMtlXv8qlXut-5VEtKD69a-IPIYG36TmZy2hwpotLCjkRjCEU8R4G0pmrWqNThhugGjYJ963nT-P3x0fa9MA_WazeWxRdNB_b-h9i_og0/s320/Mahoney.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460485499207976946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">As Mr. Magorium stated: "Life is an occasion; rise to it."</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div>Princess Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644776913557961974noreply@blogger.com0