No big box hereour shops line upin historic rows Our fraganceeau-de-fermeearthen fresh Our spires remindersthat values are simpleand life blessed. (Photo mine)
Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)
We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]
One Woman's Quest II 
I echo your thoughts.
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So nice to have you here …thanks.
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Oh, thank you so much for that 🙂
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Love your little girl VJ. Ah youth!!!
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To have that energy again!
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Great choices! I wonder how that first one works?
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The water spout?
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I only see the water, but not where it is coming from!
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It’s coming from the eavestrough – oh, that would make it interesting.
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😀
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I’ve always admired those who flow freely and stick to their dreams! I especially like the first photo! It is more like the frenetic flow of my life!!lol
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Mine too at the moment, lol
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