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)
One Woman's Quest II 
For me it’s a case of twist and shout!
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Lol!
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Great photos! If I try to twist, I get a muscle cramp, good grief!
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Hahaha – me too!
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Maybe I was always a wimp…but this ageing thing has come to be defined by the motto: Be Careful! Sheesh!
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