At every turna challenge – prefer scenicforays, encounterrocky climes – ironic twists,stretching this reluctant soul (Image my own)
Doctoring broken hearts –my own legacy a training ground –like an anesthesiologist I keep the patient breathing,asleep – muted by kindness,unconscious and unable to react. Why? Because lulling others is moreeffective than operating on self –faux obligations such a balm Administer lidocaine to the woundsNumbness preferable to open-heartedinvestigation… no sutures strong enoughto remedy internal bleeding […]
Somehow I knew his mask was porcelain –impossible to hide the soul’s lightreflected in troubled eyes… I played along though,humoured his self-deceptionnodded at assertions of calm Knew that one day the facade would crackthe mask would slip and the rage escape Why I didn’t run; I do not knowMaybe it was recognition –my own countenance […]
Thirds indeed, you dtew me in, the first one most especially.
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Oh good. Thanks.
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🙂
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I’ve often wondered about the “rule” of odd-numbered “pairings” of things. I once went to a jeweler to have a ring made from an old one with an even number of stones to transfer…he said it like it was law: “I’ll have to add another diamond”. Being still so unassertive (working on that yet, maybe forever), I just went along 🙂
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Yet, my daughter who is a decorator, prefers symmetry. To each their own I guess.
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I guess… I must remember I’m mistress of my own dĂ©cor 🙂
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Yes!
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What a great, empowering feeling–think I’ll roar!! 🙂 🙂
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Go for it!
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🙂
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Love all of these!
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Thanks, Nancy
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Thanks!
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Love the last photo – girl power rules! No matter what the rules 🙂
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Absolutely!
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