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 
and what were you doing way out there? 😂😂 Love this btw!
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Ha ha…not telling….
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Investor beware.
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Yes. Certainly didn’t pass it on to my eligible daughters, lol.
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Lol, no way 🙂
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Wouldn’t you love to know the story behind this one??
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For sure.
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That is hysterical. I bet it’s a mess in there. haha.
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You are right – the picture does not tell the whole picture – the house was run down and the yard full of junk. And it was way out in the boonies.
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