IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for nature’s calm – time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectation’s dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut she’s an actress off cueplaying out a sentence – condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Way too cute! Kids are precious.
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No bias here of course, lol
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LOL
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Adorable – and yes, I sense a bit of defiance shining forth. Appears to have no reservations about her cheekiness.
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very self-confidant this little one!
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Definitely cute! 🙂
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Perfect foe the Challenge. 😏
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Such a fun prompt.
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Lovely.
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Always makes me smile – thanks for commenting.
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She is very cute.
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