When I had a mothermy hair would cascadein curls of auburn perfectiona red velvet bow to accentuate the wave And I’d wear my bestnewly sewn frockwith lace at the neckand fishnet stockingsand patent Mary Janes And the girls giggling with delightwould skip hand-in-handto the school promand the boys shyly perchedagainst the back wall would wonderhow […]
Isolated and incapacitatedI am prohibited from partakingof the influx of information incessantly presented consequently cut offfrom prescribed expectationsdictating costuming and culture external expressions of acceptanceare sorely missing, suggestingan overall lack of self-worth. Interestingly inverse to such conclusionsis the sudden contentment that arisesfrom escaping the mayhem Internal relief overrides dictated performancesurrendering willingly to intrinsic motivationand renewed […]
Love the Buchart gardens photo
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Such a beautiful spot. Do you know it?
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Unfortunately not
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A series of diversity. Love the flowers and the landscape of course – but wow your granddaughter’s patterns! Wild and untamed!
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Yes, she is. Thanks Leya
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LOL For your granddaughters patterns!
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We should all be so free.
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Your granddaughter’s attire looks much like my blog. 😀 Great to see!
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Yes. I see that, ha ha.
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Keep sharing, stay motivated…
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Thank you for that encouragement.
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