A Postcrosser's Ode to Margaret Rutherford, the original "Miss Marple" by revode

An amateur detective,
I've faced all kinds of crimes;
From London to the countryside,
I've solved them many times.
I use my magnifying glass
to search for every clue;
From China, France, and Canada,
Madagascar, too;
I question every subject,
interview them all,
From Sweden, Brazil, Mexico,
Italy, Nepal;
But finally I scuba-dived
Aussie's Great Barrier Reef;
and finally solved the mystery
Of my missing teeth!

First Dive by Miss Sassi Fras

My first dive! So excited! On this beautiful day, we sail to "the spot". The dolphins greet us and lead the way to our under water adventure.
WOW! This under water garden is brimming with delightful sealife, colors, textures, and movement.
The dolphins stay with us, and when our time under is over, they guide us back to the surface. We bid them a fond farewell as we head back to land.
I think how marvelous it is to feel like a mermaid, even for a short time.
This day far exceeded my expectations and will never be forgotten.

Eagle and Dove by Miss Sassi Fras

Eagle - courage and hope
Dove - patience and tenderness
Both - beauty and grace

Feeling free by Nenya (lost card)

I hold your hand in mine and we are flying over the desert for miles and miles. You're shivering a bit and I wrap my arms around you, shield you from the cold wind.
The palace is far behind us and we're feeling free if only just for a moment. No one who tells us what to do or how to behave.
Your hair brushes over my skin and I can feel your breath on my face. When you look at me, it feels like butterflies in my stomach and I can't believe how lucky I am that I've found you and you found me.
In this moment you turn your head around and give me that smile I love so much. You sigh and look back into the direction we came from.
"We have to go back", you say and sigh again. "I guess so", I answer slowly and turn our carpet around. We fly back to the palace, back to restrictions we're living in but there will be another time to break out. Just a moment to feel free again, one tiny moment.

Poem of Anna Achmatowa by Ninotschka's Mum

Herz ist nicht an Herz gekettet,
Wenn du möchtest - kannst du gehn.
Wie auf Rosen ist gebettet,
Der da frei geht seinen Weg.

Kein Geheule, keine Klagen,
Glücklich werd ich niemals sein!
Küss mich nicht, bin müd, verzagt,
Mich küsst nur der Tod allein.

Quälte mich so lange Tage
Mit dem Winter, der so weiß...
Warum bist du besser, sag es,
Als der Mann, der mir verheissen?




Heart is not chained to heart,
If you want - you can go.
As is bedded on roses,
He's going his own way.

No howling, no complaints,
I will never be happy!
Do not kiss me, I'm tired, despondent,
Only death alone kisses me.

Tormented me for so many days
With winter so white ...
Why are you better, say it,
As the man who was promised me?