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Shopping spree

Strolling hand in hand
in the bustling market,
we looked for
pieces of happiness
bartering our yesterdays
for prettier tomorrows.
And in our shopping spree,
we bought tiny little moments,
all for free.











PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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  1. Rochelle Wisoff-FieldsOctober 18, 2019 at 12:02 PM

    Dear Ruby,

    Cute story. Where's the photo prompt?

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsOctober 18, 2019 at 11:04 PM

      Thank you Rochelle.
      The photo prompt has been updated.
      Welfare unto all
      Rab rakha 🤗

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    2. Rochelle Wisoff-FieldsOctober 19, 2019 at 3:55 AM

      Thank you, Ruby. The prompt is what ties us all together.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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    3. Whispering ThoughtsOctober 20, 2019 at 6:08 AM

      It sure does. I will remember to incorporate the prompt next time.
      Warm regards

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