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Poor 'nice', poor over used, beaten up, inoffensive word. Privately one can use it, but publicly it draws ridicule. It has a taint of helplessness. Add a solid fist, a bag of grit, a pan of glowing cinders; knock off some flimsy pink and sugar: I wish I could recover this word. I would make a nuptial present of it: I know just the people for it. This is what I'm thinking, staring at a blank manila surface, reaching for a pen. What I'm smiling about, as glue and glitter are smeared barehanded onto folded cardboard. Put the card in the sun to dry- nice weather for it. The word is jumping at my heels. So, Dan and Anna, if you are wondering, that's what your wedding card is all about. 

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Suze said…
This post makes me a little in love with flimsy pink and sugar.

You are a godsend and a joy, woman.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmhpUjIlPY8
21 October 2012 at 18:58
Lisa Southard said…
That is a fine link! Glorious chuckles- and I will keep practising! xx
21 October 2012 at 21:31
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