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 […]
This certainly drew me in, I love the way you spin a good yarn đŸ™‚
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Ha ha, thanks
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Fun indeed! Love the last
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Thanks Tina.
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Oooh, love that church window especially!!
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Darn traffic light was in the way.
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Oh well, life’s just not perfect, eh? đŸ™‚
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Seldom….
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Yes.
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i really enjoyed the photos with commentary!
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Thanks Wendi!
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absolutely! đŸ™‚
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Hi, VJ. Glad you joined us! I think that chair/swing looks marvelous. I wouldn’t mind borrowing it, too!
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Thanks Patti. Might be hard to take photos from it though.
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