I’ve lived the fog of distance –life’s highway a series of hillsdestination without promise Have learned that acceptance gains perspective,that climates change, and hope sustains,and that in the stillness dreams renew. Now I travel quieter paths, appreciatespace, have surrendered to a slower pace –certain that this too will change. (image my own)
Goodbyes tarnishfaith, like ashesscattered My heart grows dismissal,craves a balm of connectionseeks quiet harbour Remind me what it feels like to be safebreath nurturing life,love a rhythmic flow In meditationI reach for peaceimagine salvation But this wayward chaosunrestrainedcements me in doubt Tainted intentionsI lift up to the Universea tempest without hope My soul incubates malicea […]
Great photo…they look fuzzy, but I have a suspicion they’re prickly. Yes, or no?
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Very prickly and they cling to whatever comes in contact with them – a nightmare for pets.
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Oh my gosh, that would be a pain.
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great series
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Thank you!
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These really do express texture! Great job V.J.! 😀 ❤
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Thanks
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