Absolutes are not to be believedconditions multifarious, fluctuatingconsider the messengerweigh the message Have faith in outcomesunknowable, in resourceswithin, follow progressionnot digression Wisdom knows the way. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Petals:I’ve counted thempressed thempreserved them Dropsof sentimentprescientpretenders Trivialpursuits of passiongaming for lovechildish ploys Petalsfickle as the seasonselusive as joytoo soon expended. (For Eugi’s Weekly Prompt: petals. Image my own.)
It’s just a moth, I offeredthat blue moon nightrattling windowschafing nerves We’d chosen exile –sister and I – refuge from family demons, not ours to claim Innocence borrowsresponsibility – I boreit like a badge;she shattered Could not discriminatedarkness from her owninner light – soughtto end the fury I’ll carry us both,I murmured, too youngto recognize […]
So warm and inviting. Thanks for joining the challenge!
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Wow, kind of a heart-grabber–well done.
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Best gift ever!
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Very inviting images…I always enjoy seeing lit up windows from the street. The open door is an extra nice touch!
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Thanks!
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There is something comforting about a light, where we can imagine that perfect world inside.
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There is…nicely put.
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