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Jun.12.2011
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September 15, 2010, Kew, Richmond, Surry, England: Touring:  I’ve been here for two days and, it’s odd, but I hardly feel I’m in a foreign country. Of course, the busy people of London speak English. Thank God and the Queen for that! No, it’s just that everything feels familiar, as if I’d stepped...
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Jun.06.2011
Two first rate bobbies
LONDON JOURNAL, Part 1 by Kim Trotto September 13, 2010, 6:45 p.m., Newark Liberty Airport: Travel Day: My husband and I are on our way to England. Or the UK as the posh set would have it. Going there has been a longing of mine from way back. We’ve already been through the confusion of checking in...
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Feb.07.2010
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The princess could not forget the beauty she had once been. At every turning of the endless corridor, yet another moving life image screen reminded her.  In some, she was a delicate child, with red-gold curls, playing with her dolls or pets, while an indulgent auntie stood watch. An auntie not...
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Jan.19.2010
If
Explode
  IF By Kim Mary Trotto   If he walks past then stops one more time!  If he has makes that mischievous, crooked grin at me!   If passes his hand through his hair again!     If he glances at me and sighs!       If I see his pupils dilate and his eyebrow arch!        If he presses one more...
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Jan.01.2010
Dressing Baby Corinthia
It was a summer afternoon, one of those childhood afternoons that seem to go on forever. I was sitting with my sister and two girl cousins on the back porch of my uncle and aunt's ranch house. I was six or seven and it was the first summer my parents left us to the wild freedom of the cattle ranch...
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Dec.31.2009
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    I grew up in Northern California where I met a mighty ocean, the Pacific. Its name means "peaceful", yet this is an ocean that can swallow the sun in a golden gulp or slap the north coast with a cold, gray hand. Before moving to New Jersey with my husband, I thought of the Atlantic...
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