One Woman's Quest II

Growing with gratitude for life's challenges

Compatibility

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Delicate pink blush
submits to passionate red –
floral agreement.

(For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

10 thoughts on “Compatibility”

sgeoil says:

February 20, 2019 at 9:42 am

Your photo and words have made a lovely agreement!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  February 20, 2019 at 10:30 am
  
  Thanks, Heather!
  
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  1. sgeoil says:
    
    February 20, 2019 at 11:22 am
    
    A pleasure.
    
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Windswept says:

February 20, 2019 at 4:47 am

The agreement…agreeable in nature. Live your words and photo.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  February 20, 2019 at 8:22 am
  
  Did you mean to type “live you words”? I’m thinking not, but this is a friendly reminder. Thanks.
  
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  1. Windswept says:
    
    February 20, 2019 at 8:59 am
    
    Love your words! Crazy auto correct! Ha!
    
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  2. V.J. Knutson says:
    
    February 20, 2019 at 9:04 am
    
    hahaha.
    
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  3. Windswept says:
    
    February 20, 2019 at 9:00 am
    
    Crazy auto correct! Love your words!
    
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Cee Neuner says:

February 19, 2019 at 5:08 pm

Oh so very beautiful 😀

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  February 19, 2019 at 5:11 pm
  
  Thanks Cee!
  
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