I have venturedinto your atmosphereslipped my skinyour skinand discovereda universethoughtsemotionsbeliefsblendinginto a physical danceof light and shadownuances of colourdelineating life At our corewe are lightleaning into mysterycellular interpretationsof a symphonywe cannot hear Compassion extendedmind alteredwe meld. (Melding first appeared here June, 2020. Image my own)
Supper dishes abandoned,we cruise the backroads,destination: river’s edge A muskrat creates ripplesdistorting mirror imagesdisappears into murky unknown A canoe glides by, occupant a silhouettein the golden sun’s descent We linger in the warmthof the fading glow, celebratingsummer’s gracious moments. (Image my own)
There are shores that remainever-etched upon my heart –emotional tides that tugand carry me, currentsof past revelations – I remember drowningin the swells of lonelinessalways the outsider, the grainsof this sentimentalitystill shredding my adult soul. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
I like that concept of yard sales, I wish we had it in Europe.
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Thanks. I think in England they call them boot sales.
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What wonderful lines and angles in your photos this week. Thanks V.J. 😀
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Thank you Cee!
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