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"Faithful Still" at Women, Lovers, Friends, and Mothers

"Eve" 2009 Kristin Fouquet


The Grand Dame of classy dames, Absolutely Kate, has featured my story, "Faithful Still," with a video reading at her new femme salon Women, Lovers, Friends, & Mothers. Enjoy and Happy Valentine's Day!


~Kristin

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  1. And a more sensual splash of a woman gone wondering . . .
    there could not be, for a debut kicking its heels
    into a site's sense of destiny.

    Grace of my thanks to Madam Fouquet
    for changing the panache of the colours in the way the lights flashed
    from the moment she sashayed into our salon.

    Have you a questing welcome spirit?
    Then make it your Salon as well ~ WOMEN, LOVERS, FRIENDS & MOTHERS

    ~ Absolutely*Kate, believing in believers
    and the senses of a good classy dame

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