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Marriage is a very good thing, but I think it's a mistake to make a habit out of it.


Snug Falls. Snug, southern Tasmania. October 2012.

Theme Thursday and again, for a week we are TOGETHER. Just like these photographs are TOGETHER. Henry and Ezra are usually TOGETHER. Jen and I are more often than not TOGETHER.

Ice creams and sticky hands.

Chocolate and guilt.

Sex and death.

Bert and Ernie.

Wallace and Grommit.

Christmas and regret.

Flags and racists.

Some things just inevitably go TOGETHER.


Jen adjusts. Snug Falls, Snug, southern Tasmania. October 2012.

Comments

Charleen said…
Yikes! So true though. Your poem ellicits strong emotions.
Pratibha said…
Interesting list you put "together" :)
joanne said…
not so sure I agree with your 'couples', but I totally the waterfalls!
Mrsupole said…
Hi Kris,

It is nice to see a family that spends so much time together. And you are right about not making a habit of marriage as in weddings but being married is okay. And chocolate only produces a guilty pleasure and if you die while having sex, well what a way to go. Although if you got a STD while having sex then yeah maybe death would go with it. And that would suck.

Happy Theme Thursday and may your weekend be blessed with togetherness.

God bless.
Catch My Words said…
Wonderful words and photos.


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Sreeja said…
true... melancholy..and interesting...:-)

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