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)
Don’t mess with that one!
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No way, lol.
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The Guardian of the nesting grounds. Fond memories of time with friends at the time of the photo.
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It is! Hope you are well!
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Very stern avian visage 🙂
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Ha ha – yes it is.
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🙂 🙂
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Ya better watch out!! 😁
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lol
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