Tiles.
My sharing stories and politics came later. While I avoid anything that seems like a chain I may do this and copy to my moribund blog.
Finding you on Fbook reminded me of when I was child and we went on a trip to Europe that started in England and finished in Portugal. It was a tour and the others in our group included characters that might have gotten rejected from a "Ugly American" documentary as too stereotypical. One started yelling at the little guy at the front of the bus in Portugal, which resulted in the guide screaming, "We are not hoodlums! You are not in Chicago!" That gave me visions of ending up in a 800 year old dungeon. While in Portugal we got some lovely tiles that are now on my dining area table. I should clean it off but here is a detail.
(Chain text follows, NOT for use here.)
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Those who have known me in some way, no matter what stage of my life, surely know a little bit about me! Maybe we're not bffs this moment, but we are linked by some fortunate time when our paths have crossed. I'm curious how willing we are to use our time to write something to someone else. I decided to participate in an experiment called "A Meeting With Friends". The idea is to see who reads my post without a photo, as we are often so immersed in the images, that any concentration in reading is appreciated. If no one reads this message, it will be a short social experiment, but, if you read to the end, I want you to post a word that connects you to me! For example a place, an object, a person, a moment that brings us back to our past or current relationship. After, as the experience dictates, copy the text and paste on your wall. I'm going to your wall to leave a note that ties me to you Please don't comment on this post if you don't have time to copy the text, it would ruin the experience! Gratitude! Just as you remember, people remember you too.
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