Absolutes are not to be believedconditions multifarious, fluctuatingconsider the messengerweigh the message Have faith in outcomesunknowable, in resourceswithin, follow progressionnot digression Wisdom knows the way. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Petals:I’ve counted thempressed thempreserved them Dropsof sentimentprescientpretenders Trivialpursuits of passiongaming for lovechildish ploys Petalsfickle as the seasonselusive as joytoo soon expended. (For Eugi’s Weekly Prompt: petals. Image my own.)
It’s just a moth, I offeredthat blue moon nightrattling windowschafing nerves We’d chosen exile –sister and I – refuge from family demons, not ours to claim Innocence borrowsresponsibility – I boreit like a badge;she shattered Could not discriminatedarkness from her owninner light – soughtto end the fury I’ll carry us both,I murmured, too youngto recognize […]
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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