Talks stalledescapees strugglelives minimizedburdens heavydespair palpable Can they sensethe global hug,compassion circling? Do prayers have substance,or have the displacednever felt so alone? (Image mine)
Love evolves –a considerationwe overlookedthose day whenpassion drove usto fanciful displays Tried to align myselfto the certaintyof your dreamsbut my compasswas set elsewhere Memory, thoughhas tattooed uson my heart;the ink still bleeds. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)
Is the writing on the wall so cryptic?Graphic images depict rageflames of dissonanceyoung men bleeding at their own handscompassion incapacitated. A sad awakening for a society fixatedon rights and privileges, dominating culture excluding the nurtureof humanity, or preservation of life. How can we continue to closet our children’s pain – their vitality oozing – hopelessly […]
One Woman's Quest II 
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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