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Dynamic

VJblogging, challenge, flowers, photography, poetry#FOTD, flowers, haiku, orchids11 Comments

Fuchsia captivates,
delicate veins erupting –
explosive orchids.

(For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

11 thoughts on “Dynamic”

Colin Hill says:

February 8, 2019 at 3:12 am

we must have been on the same wavelength again VJ as I had the word ‘fuchsia’ in my head last night – I just need to think what to do with it!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  February 8, 2019 at 8:32 am
  
  Love it when that happens!
  
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Dorinda Duclos says:

February 7, 2019 at 11:08 pm

Beautiful, V.J. 💕

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  February 8, 2019 at 7:54 am
  
  😘🙏
  
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Cee Neuner says:

February 7, 2019 at 10:51 pm

Beautiful. 😀

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  February 8, 2019 at 7:53 am
  
  Thanks
  
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michnavs says:

February 7, 2019 at 6:52 pm

Beautiful Haiku..

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  February 7, 2019 at 8:19 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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poetryfromtheinkwell says:

February 7, 2019 at 5:57 pm

Ah, such a beautiful haiku.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  February 7, 2019 at 6:01 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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  1. poetryfromtheinkwell says:
    
    February 7, 2019 at 6:04 pm
    
    You’re welcome.
    
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