At every turna challenge – prefer scenicforays, encounterrocky climes – ironic twists,stretching this reluctant soul (Image my own)
Doctoring broken hearts –my own legacy a training ground –like an anesthesiologist I keep the patient breathing,asleep – muted by kindness,unconscious and unable to react. Why? Because lulling others is moreeffective than operating on self –faux obligations such a balm Administer lidocaine to the woundsNumbness preferable to open-heartedinvestigation… no sutures strong enoughto remedy internal bleeding […]
Somehow I knew his mask was porcelain –impossible to hide the soul’s lightreflected in troubled eyes… I played along though,humoured his self-deceptionnodded at assertions of calm Knew that one day the facade would crackthe mask would slip and the rage escape Why I didn’t run; I do not knowMaybe it was recognition –my own countenance […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Great gallery for this week. I really like your first photo. 😀
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Thanks, Cee.
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Seems there’s an Avon River in every (former) commonwealth country, there’s one where I used to live north east of here, not as beautiful as your photos show.
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Yes, there does seem to be. My pic is from Stratford on Avon, lol. Not the original.
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Yes, and such a lovely pastorale
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Thanks.
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