Quiet now, placesharbouring my memories –river dreamcatcher –nostalgia floats on swan’s backpast bridges linking time lapsed. (Tuesdays I borrow from my Twitter account #Vjknutson. Image my own)
Illusory this ideation of separationintricate the webs that bind us Politicians focus on the holespander to the vacuous – Seekers resonate with connectionconsciousness raising awareness Remain steadfast protestorsyour vibrations wide-reaching. (submitted for Reena’s Exploration challenge: prompt the featured image.)
These shackles may be but illusionsbut the conditioning lingers –I’m not enoughlack the lookthe chicfall short of acceptableAdd age and I amforever sentencedto monachopsis –an outsider,circling. (Image mine)
Love the second candid photo, V.J. I keep wanting to know more about the story. She got my attention. ❤
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She has such expression – I always want to know what is going on in that mind.
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Great pictures! Love the black and whites.
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Thanks Keith!
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Beautiful! ❤
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Thank you!
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These are all adorable photos. I really like the first photo. 😀
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Thanks LuAnne.
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If only we remained so open and unashamed, so vital and alive.
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Wouldn’t that be good. Having little ones around is a great reminder.
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Yes indeed, the inner child injection.
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Beautiful! 🙂
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Thanks!
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