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Climate of the psyche…

They say that when a butterfly flutters its wings in Tokyo, a gentle breeze passes through New York. Imagine a world where the wings of the butterfly are women. That would be an unpredictable world of gentle breezes and wild tempests.”

Suzy Valtsioti
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“Elvis Presley’s famous hairstyle was named after her, a French champagne glass is believed to have been modelled after her breast and, according to the legend, the ‘marquise cut’ diamond was commissioned to resemble the shape of her mouth… Yet, Madame de Pompadour left her legacy way further, as she was the uncrowned queen of France and the arts. See Madame de Pompadour in portraits:! 


Madame de Pompadour: The Queen of Arts in Portraits by Magda Michalska
Daily Art Magazine
François Boucher, Portrait of Mme de Pompadour, 1756, Alte Pinakothek, Munich, Germany.

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4 Kings and Roses

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An Excerpt…

“…The three ladies walked out of the drawing room, through the grand hall of the house and out the back terrace doors.

A haphazard and arrhythmic clicking and clacking, loud enough to crack the thick walls of the house, began to thunder throughout this palatial home as the ladies walked towards the terrace doors. The echoing noise, generated by their heels jabbing and poking the baked stone tiles of the house as they walked, resonated throughout the Great House.

Those who know how to translate noises would have recognized this timber immediately.

The noise they made as they walked along these floors was the noise of determination and fervor.

If noises had a smell, all of the noises that bounced off the walls today in the Great House, beginning with the Storm of the Chattering Monkeys up to and including the clamor the women made with their heels, would have a very complex bouquet.

Any DuBois would recognize this immediately.

The bouquet would be best described as the lingering scent of cinnamon cake baking in an oven, competing with the asphyxiating smell of strong patchouli, blending with the pungent tang that freshly watered tomato plant leaves release in the air. All of these notes meshed with the sneeze-inducing, sharp aroma of freshly cut garden grass.


Excerpt from: “The Day Before The Story: The DuBois Family Saga, #1” by Suzy Valtsioti. Scribd.

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Every chess board has its queen…

But as the old Italian proverb says…

After the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box. 

Does that apply to queens as well ??? Or do they gracefully UNRAVEL?