Does illness have a voice,and if so; is it melancholy,or dark and dank, divulgingdeepest despair, or revealinga vileness of nature? Discord creeps along my veins,disrupts muscles, systems failingunder the oppression –“Stay strong,” friends counsel,cannot hear the gathering storm,feel the heaviness cloaking me. I am not myself, but then;who am I? Is disease a mutationof the […]
Discharge the gun –protection a vesselthrough which our depthsare undefined…adrift Fear is a burrowerwears a false crownbirths losstrusts danger Hearts beg,amid this trigger-readinessfor a guardian – unafraidto court this meaningless Futility unchecked –to study productive optionsunimaginable in the current state of chaos on repeat. (Art my own)
These bones, they saywill finish me – too brittleto withstand the race But I am Willowrecollection wispymy dance defiant Porous as a sea spongesoaking up each daymettle despite the rattle (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
One Woman's Quest II 
Some times local is better. Enjoy! When are you going?
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We are spending the winter in Texas. I had to fly home for my Mom. Headed back shortly
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There’s no place like home VJ 😊. Enjoy Texas!
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I sure do!
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I enjoy looking at photos and reading the text as well. Where was the last shot taken?
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Mustang Island on the Gulf Coast of Texas.
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Good to have an escape plan this time of year.
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It sure is!
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Beautifully expressed through your photos and words, VJ!
Glad to hear Texas has captured your heart.
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Thanks, Amy. It sure has!
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Beautiful words and pictures…
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Thanks, Bee!
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