IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Your first photo is so sweet. Wonderful entry for this week. 😀
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Isn’t he cute? Wasn’t scared by us either
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I wonder what the crane is thinking?
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I know. I guess having wings is a safeguard.
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